The Taste of My Pussy

"Hya-eut.... Hya, hya-eu...!"

Seunghee began to grind her petite, soft buttocks back and forth, pressing her pussy against my face with increasing intensity. Before long, lukewarm nectar began to gush out like a broken dam, messily coating my lips.

"Ugh... gulp... hngh...."

I was like a man being waterboarded, unable to move, forced to swallow every drop of the copious fluids pouring from her. As Seunghee neared her climax, she pressed her pussy even tighter against my mouth, moving rapidly in a rhythmic, grinding motion.

"Hiiik.... h-hik.... hya-eut.... O, Oppa....!"

"Ubb...! Ugh.... b-bhup....!"

Having spent hundreds of times tracing the bumpy contours and soft texture of Seunghee’s pussy with my tongue, the fishy, sweet taste of her juices had seeped deep into my palate. Finally, as she reached her peak, clumps of sticky arousal fluid dripped from her slit.

"Hya-eut.....!! H-hiccup.....! Ugh-eug.....! H-hng....."

Seunghee rolled her eyes back, her gaze unfocused as she gripped my hair so tightly it felt like she might rip it out, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered to the climax. Her face, usually as prim as a doll’s, was now completely slack and lewd, her flushed cheeks plastered with sweat-drenched strands of hair.

Even after the peak, she trembled for a long while, clutching my head to her chest to savor the aftershocks before finally pulling her crotch away from my mouth.

"Ugh...."

Slick, viscous fluid trickled down the inside of her slender legs, soaking into her white socks. Gasping for air, she bowed her head and meticulously wiped the fluids from her thighs with a tissue.

Then, she rose, tucked her hair back with a demure gesture, and knelt before me. She reached out to carefully and tenderly wipe the stray curly pubic hairs and fluids from my lips.

My face, having been trapped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠inside her sweltering school skirt for dozens of minutes, was just as crimson as hers, drenched in sweat. I looked up at Seunghee, my body twitching uncontrollably.

My cock was already standing stiff enough to tear through my trousers, leaking pre-cum in thick, pulsing spurts.

Seunghee glanced down at my bulging crotch, then met my eyes again, flashing a shy, mischievous smile.

"....Did you enjoy eating my pussy, Oppa?"

With that, she leaned in close and pressed the mask she’d been wearing all day firmly against my face, kissing me through the fabric.

"Haa.... haa...."

The mask still held the warm, humid heat of the breath she’d released during her climax. The sharp, salty scent of her saliva was unmistakable.

In that position, she reached out, pulled my cock from my pants, and began to jerk me off with quick, rhythmic strokes.

"Ugh..... k-kgh..."

Seunghee kissed me even more violently through the mask.

"Hup.... hup..... hngh....."

Her tightly closed eyelids fluttered. With the mask between us, our tongues met in a wet, tangled dance, and soon the entire fabric was soaked in sticky saliva.

As her small, soft hand gripped my glans and pumped incessantly, a feeling like fireworks exploding in my brain took hold, and I ejaculated in a messy, torrential stream.

"Ugh...!! Ugh, kgh...!! H-haaa....!"

My semen splattered everywhere, coating her top and chin. Seunghee didn't care, continuing to kiss me while milking me to the very last drop.

Only when my body shuddered and the ejaculation finally ceased did she slowly open her eyes and pull away. The mask was a sodden mess of our saliva.

Seunghee wiped the drool from her chin with her wrist, then draped her arms around my neck, looking up at me with a wicked, alluring expression.

"No matter how much you like Nayeon, you'll never forget today, right? Hehe..."

She then used the saliva-drenched mask to plant repeated, wet kisses on my lips and cheeks.

Finally, she pressed her face against my messy, flushed one and snapped a series of lewd, suggestive selfies.

"....Yes...? Today...? Oh, I understand..."

I answered the call from Nayeon's mother, feeling bewildered, and hung up.

It was the weekend, a day I usually had off, but she had suddenly asked me to visit her home for a while.

Feeling a flicker of anxiety, I glanced toward my younger sister's room.

'W-what is this... why call me on the weekend all of a sudden...? It couldn't be that she wants to fire me, could it...? No, if that were the case, she wouldn't need to have me come over; she could just tell me over the phone.

Maybe she thinks she paid me too much last time and wants it back...? No way....'

Of course, even if she asked for that, I wasn't legally obligated to return the money, but in my desperate situation, Nayeon's mother was the ultimate authority, and I had no choice but to obey.

If I lost this job, I wouldn't be able to buy the gift I promised my sister. Hyunseo is kind, so she'd probably understand, but it would still be heartbreaking.

And it would be just as painful for me.

I steeled myself, determined to keep Nayeon's mother happy and protect my income, and gathered my courage to head to Nayeon's house.

Upon arriving, I reached for the keypad to enter the code as usual, but then it occurred to me that since the owner was home, that might be rude.

Of course, given her personality, she might not care, but it seemed wise not to do anything that might irritate her today.

I pressed the doorbell and waited, tense. Soon, I heard footsteps approaching, and the door swung wide open.

Once again, she was wearing a form-fitting, curvaceous outfit, greeting me with a bright smile.

"You're here, Tutor? You could have just used the code~"

"Ah... I, I'm sorry for the, the trouble..."

"Oh, don't worry about that~ Hoho. Come on in!"

Fortunately, on the surface, Nayeon's mother didn't seem to be in a bad mood.

In fact, she didn't just seem okay; she seemed quite excited.

I followed her inside, looking bewildered.

'...What is it? Did something good happen...? It's much better than a hostile atmosphere, but... something still feels off...'

Observing her closely, I noticed that despite it being a holiday, she had applied light makeup ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and wore bright red lipstick.

Above all, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she had applied so much perfume that being within a meter of her made me feel lightheaded.

'...Was she preparing to go out this evening...?'

Looking around, I didn't see Nayeon, who must have gone out to enjoy the holiday. Nayeon's mother gestured for me to sit across from her at the dining table, then sat down right next to me.

Feeling the distance was far too close, I blushed and broke into a cold sweat. Her outfit, which left her luscious cleavage fully exposed, made it incredibly difficult to look away.

Seeing my pale complexion, Nayeon's mother covered her mouth with her hand, feigning surprise.

"...Oh my, are you hot, Tutor? I did turn the air conditioning on, though."

"Ah, no, I'm fine..."

"...Is that so? That's a relief."

With that, she stared at me intently for a long while, her long eyelashes narrowed.

My heart hammered against my ribs, struck by a familiar sense of pressure.

'...Why, why does being alone with her feel exactly like being alone with Nayeon...'

In reality, Nayeon's mother looked exactly like Nayeon, only with a much more mature aura.

Furthermore, her characteristic delinquent gaze and slouching posture kept reminding me of Nayeon's past, making me feel naturally intimidated.

"....So, Tutor."

"Y-yes?"

I jumped in surprise when she lowered her voice and spoke in a low, husky tone. She covered her mouth elegantly and chuckled.

"Why are you so startled? You're so cute."

"Ah... I... I'm, I'm sorry..."

Then, very naturally, she lowered the hand that had been covering her mouth and interlaced her fingers tightly with mine.

"...It's nothing serious, I was just curious about how my daughter is doing. As you know, there are some... worrying aspects about her, right? Hoho."

"...Ah... I, I see...."

I gulped, thinking the moment had finally arrived. It was only natural for a parent with a troubled child to be curious.

If I answered this wrong, losing my job was only a matter of time. I racked my brain, trying to figure out the most satisfying answer.

'...If I'm too honest about her daughter, she'll obviously be unhappy... but if I just sweet-talk her with empty promises, the test scores will come out soon and I'll be exposed anyway...

What do I do...'

I stammered out a response in a tense voice.

"...N-Nayeon is studying diligently... b-but it will take some time to catch up with the school curriculum..."

"Aha... really?"

Nayeon's mother widened her eyes and smiled, asking back. I avoided her gaze and nodded vigorously.

"...If what you say is true, even if she doesn't do well on this test, her grades will surely improve by the final exams, right?"

"Umm.... it might be a bit difficult by the finals.... b-but by next semester, they will definitely go up..."

"Hmm... is that so?"

"Y-yes..."

It was, of course, a blatant lie. With her current attitude toward studying, there was no way her grades would improve even in a hundred years.

Terrified that my lie would be discovered, I broke into a sweat, my face turning as red as my ears.

Nayeon's mother stared at me in silence for a moment, her expression enigmatic. Then, she suddenly leaned forward, exposing her braless cleavage, and whispered to me with a wicked glint in her eyes.

"Liar❤️"