My landlady from HAN

That was my first year in South Korea. Since it was the first time our school had enrolled international students, they didn't have any experience and didn't provide us with dedicated dormitories. They just set aside a section within the regular student dorms for us. At the time, I was the only Chinese student among all the international students. I shared a dormitory with two Saudis and an American. Because of the strong body odor of Middle Eastern people, I couldn't stand it after a few days, so I applied for a housing allowance and moved into a family-run apartment in a building near the school.
I'm of Korean ethnicity, and although my Korean isn't very good, I didn't have much trouble communicating with this family.
It was a family of four. The husband, in his early thirties, worked on construction sites and was very busy, often working for several days in a row. He reportedly earned over 600,000 won (equivalent to about 4,000 RMB) in three days.
The woman was a few years younger than her husband, twenty-seven at the time. Although not exceptionally beautiful, she had delicate features, fair skin, and a good figure. She especially possessed the typical gentle and virtuous character of a South Korean woman, always smiling and showing off her pearly white teeth.
My two children, a four-year-old boy and a two-year-old girl, run around the house all day, or peek at what I'm doing from my bedroom door. I don't really like kids, so I usually ignore them. Sometimes, though, they get really annoying, so I yell at them in Chinese: "*censored word* Mom!" It feels especially good yelling at her in front of her; she just smiles after I yell at her.
The first year of school wasn't too demanding. After class in the morning, I usually went home, did some homework, drew sketches, studied Korean, and then watched TV and chatted with her.
She didn't work; she got married after graduating from university and had been staying home taking care of the children. Because we were about the same age, and I was a foreigner, we had a lot to talk about.
We quickly became very familiar with each other, and she wasn't as reserved as before. She changed her address from the respectful "Mrs. XX" to calling me by my nickname, and I changed from calling her "Azuma" (a South Korean term for married women) to "Noona" (a male term for an older sister).
At that time, apart from occasionally visiting brothels with that American guy from school, I didn't have a stable sex life. So at home, I often fantasized about Jung-sook's plump buttocks. But even if I had those thoughts, I wouldn't dare to do anything inappropriate, knowing that her husband was very strong.
But fate had other plans, and what was bound to happen still happened!
One night, after drinking with my classmates, I stumbled home drunk. When Jung-sook saw me staggering around, she scolded me while helping me into the room, making up the bed for me, and making me lie down. Actually, I wasn't as drunk as I seemed. South Korean soju is strong but not that intoxicating. Although my body wasn't very responsive, my mind was still clear. I was just a little tipsy.
I was lying in bed, and Sister Zhengshu was bending over to help me take off my shirt. My attention, however, was drawn to her full breasts. "Sister~~~~" She hummed in response and continued taking off my socks. "What's wrong?" I pointed to her chest. "It's wet." She looked down, her face flushed red, she rolled her eyes at me, and turned and ran away.
It turned out that the area around her breasts was wet with something, clinging tightly to her breasts and clearly showing the outline of her nipples. From what I observed, it was definitely breast milk, because I had seen her breastfeeding her daughter a few times in the mornings. Although the girl could eat solid food, it seemed she hadn't been weaned yet. After
lying there for a while, my dizziness subsided, so I got out of bed to get some water. When I came out of the room, I found her lying on her side on the floor, propping her head up with her hand, watching TV. I plopped down on the sofa behind her. Sister Zhengshu turned around, her face still flushed. "Are you thirsty?" I nodded and noticed she had changed into a short-sleeved shirt. Sister Zhengshu took a water bottle from the refrigerator for me. I downed half of it in one go. Seeing that she was still waiting, I handed her the bottle. She took it and put it back in the refrigerator, then came back and sat down on the floor against the sofa.
I glanced at her sideways and said, "Sister, the baby is so big, why are you still breastfeeding? I heard it affects a woman's figure." Sister Zhengshu's face turned red again, this time even her ears were flushed.
She turned around and punched my leg hard. I yelled exaggeratedly, and Sister Zhengshu's eyes widened: "The baby is asleep, don't wake them up."
I groaned and rubbed my leg. She ignored me and focused on watching TV. For a while, neither of us spoke. I sat there for a while, feeling bored, and went back to my room to sleep.
Since it was Sunday, I slept until after ten o'clock. After waking up, I felt a little regretful about what happened last night: I should have been more careful not to be so frivolous with her...
Just as I was lost in thought, the door suddenly opened a crack, and Zheng Shu's son poked his head in. Seeing me looking at him, he quickly pulled his head back and shouted from outside, "Mom~ Mom~ Brother's awake!"
Damn it, this little rascal, I call your mom "sister" and you call me "brother," isn't that a generational difference?
"Jun! Come out for dinner!" Zheng Shu called me from outside. I lazily got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, plucked two nose hairs, and looked in the mirror: Hmm, what a spirited young man.
While eating, I glanced at Sister Zhengshu, who was acting as usual, so I stopped thinking about it and focused on my meal. After only a few bites, Sister Zhengshu asked if I had anything planned for the day. I said no. She raised an eyebrow and said casually, "Then come with me to do some shopping."
So we went. With the two chattering little ones, the four of us looked like a family. I was secretly delighted. Just before we got out of the taxi, the driver said to me, "Your son looks a lot like your wife." I chuckled, and Sister Zhengshu blushed deeply. Before she could even retort, I pulled her out of the car.
Watching the taxi drive away, Sister Zhengshu stomped her feet, "Look, look! I didn't even have time to explain! What are people going to think?"
I pulled her into the supermarket, "Forget it, forget it, we don't know each other anyway, what's the big deal if there's a misunderstanding?" From the basement to the top floor, Sister Zhengshu didn't give me a friendly look, and she stuffed all the groceries, meat, drinks, and alcohol she bought into my hands, making me so tired that my back ached and my arms felt like they were about to fall off. But Sister Zhengshu completely ignored my exhaustion and walked around the mall with great enthusiasm. I protested several times, but it was no use, until she had finished shopping.
An accident occurred as we were leaving the mall. Zhengshu's daughter, perhaps because she hadn't seen sunlight in a long time, ran excitedly down the steps in front of the mall. Zhengshu kept calling for her to come back, and hurriedly chased after her, but tripped and fell. I put down what I was carrying and took a few steps forward to help her up: "Sister, are you alright? How are you?"
She looked up at her daughter, who had somehow returned to her side, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm fine~" With my help, she stood up, but after taking just one step, she cried out, "Ouch!" I quickly asked what was wrong. Zhengshu gasped, "My ankle~"
I squatted down and rolled up her trouser leg to examine it. From the outside, it didn't look like anything serious, but she cried out in pain at the slightest touch; it seemed quite twisted. I wanted to take her to the hospital, but Zhengshu insisted on staying home and letting her rest.
I had no choice but to help her into a taxi, put the two children and the groceries in the car, and told the driver where we were going.
I got out of the car at the building entrance and looked at Sister Zhengshu, who was still grimacing and tucking her legs in. I thought to myself, "I'm going to be exhausted today." I told the two kids to watch the things, and then I squatted down in front of Sister Zhengshu. "Come on, I'll carry you up." Sister Zhengshu said no, she could go up by herself. I glared at her, and she pouted and stopped talking. I leaned back, then took her hands and put them on my shoulders, pulling her forward. Sister Zhengshu's soft body pressed against my back.
I felt a secret thrill, then grabbed her legs and stood up. Sister Zhengshu's two soft breasts were pressed tightly against my back, and I could almost feel her nipples touching my back: it seemed she wasn't wearing a bra! I deliberately twisted my body and finally confirmed the accuracy of my feeling; she really wasn't wearing one.
Jung-sook seemed to sense our close contact and shifted uncomfortably. The way her breasts pressed against my back made me weak all over. "Jung-sook, can you please not move? I need to go upstairs." Jung-sook obediently lay on my back, and I carried her step by step up to the fourth floor, feeling the warmth and softness of her breasts. Time really flies; it felt like we were home in the blink of an eye. What a bummer! The
first thing I did when I got home was to treat her injury. It seemed like the Korean soju wouldn't work. I had Jung-sook sit on the sofa, then took out the Sanjiu Longbin liquor I'd kept for myself from the room to rub on her wound. Although I didn't have any liniment, this would do; the effect should be about the same, right?
As soon as I took off Zhengshu's socks, she started struggling, saying she didn't need me and wanted to treat herself. I looked up at her flushed face, then said with a
stern expression, "Zhengshu, if you keep making a fuss, I'll get upset!" She calmed down, glanced at the two children watching the commotion, and then said to me in a voice barely above a whisper, "Be gentle... I'm afraid of pain..."
I opened the bottle, poured some wine into my palm, and applied it to her wound. Then I placed her foot on my knee and gently massaged it. To be honest, I wasn't really sure if this would work, but a massage should help, right?
At first, I could focus on my treatment, but gradually my attention was drawn to Zhengshu's small feet: I had never really appreciated a woman's feet before, and now, looking at them so closely, they were quite alluring, and the more I looked, the more beautiful they seemed.
Sister Zhengshu's feet were small, incredibly fair and delicate. Even the soles and ankles, areas frequently in contact with shoes and socks, weren't rough. Her toes were the most beautiful part—each one perfectly rounded and soft, unlike my own, which were thick and hard. Her toenails were coated with a glossy polish, making them appear translucent.
I couldn't help but lean in to kiss them, but quickly restrained myself. Still, I couldn't resist taking a deep sniff. Sister Zhengshu had walked for most of the day, yet her feet had no odor; instead, they had a faint, pleasant soapy scent!
My movements became even gentler. My hands no longer confined to her ankles but roamed freely, kneading every part of her feet while inhaling the intoxicating fragrance—and of course, the aroma of white wine. I was completely captivated by Sister Zhengshu's beautiful feet, forgetting time, place, everything. All I could see were those fair, alluring little feet, until I was startled awake by a barely audible moan from Sister Zhengshu.
I hurriedly looked up, only to meet Jung-sook's flustered gaze. She quickly closed her eyes, turning her flushed face away, and gently tried to pull her foot out of my grasp. Seeing Jung-sook's shy expression, I felt dizzy, my heart pounding, and I almost couldn't control the urge to pounce on her. Just then, my phone rang in the room. My hand instinctively loosened its grip, and Jung-sook seized the opportunity to pull her foot back, then curled up on the sofa, burying her face deeply in the crook of her arms.
I sighed and went back to my room to answer the phone. When I came out, Jung-sook was no longer on the sofa, and her bedroom door was tightly closed.
It was getting dark, and I checked my watch; it was almost dinnertime. I looked at the closed bedroom door, shook my head, and smiled. It seemed I'd have to cook dinner.
What should I cook? I only know how to cook three dishes. Jung-sook loves chicken, so I'll make that. Braised chicken wings are my best dish.
I won't go into the details, but it took an hour and a half to finish all three dishes. I also reheated the leftover sauce from this morning; you know, South Koreans can't eat without soup.
After setting the table, I went to Jung-sook's bedroom door and pressed my ear against it. It was completely quiet inside. Was she asleep?
I knocked, but there was no sound. I knocked again, and Jung-sook seemed to wake up. I heard her exclaim, "Ah! What should I do? What should I do?!" Jung-sook opened the door sheepishly, saying, "I...I overslept...I'll make you dinner right away!"
I chuckled and moved away. Jung-sook looked up, about to step forward, but saw the table already set and the dinner I had prepared. "You...you made this??" Sister Zhengshu looked at me in surprise. "You can cook?" "Wow! There's chicken!" Sister Zhengshu limped to the table like a child. "It smells so good! Kids, come and eat!" After shouting, she sat down and prepared to start eating. I frowned. "How can you be so dirty? You don't even wash your hands before eating??"
She glared at me, then took the two children to wash their hands. When she came back, she glared at me again. I could only smile wryly. What can I do? She's a woman.
"Mmm, delicious, delicious!" With her mouth full of chicken, Sister Zhengshu was completely different from her usual virtuous and composed self. Her eyes were smiling as she looked at me, her little head nodding like a chick pecking at rice, making her ponytail jiggle.
"Delicious?" I rested my chin on my hand, watching Sister Zhengshu's adorable eating.
"Mmm-hmm-hmm~~~" She nodded repeatedly, her right hand gripping a chicken wing and gnawing on it, while her left hand reached into the plate for the biggest chicken wing.
Watching her greasy little mouth munching on the chicken wing, her cheeks puffing out as she chewed, I smiled and whispered, "Jung-sook, you're so cute."
"Hmm?" She looked up at me, her face full of confusion. "Ugh-huh??"
"Oh~~ I told you to eat slowly, there's more in the pot."
"Hmm~~" She nodded, casually stuffing a chicken wing into my mouth, gesturing for me to eat too. I smiled at her, and she squinted her eyes and grinned back, even giving me a thumbs-up.
I took a couple of bites, but my attention was drawn back to Jung-sook's adorable appearance. Eventually, I simply dropped the chicken wings I was holding and just kept watching her, watching her chubby cheeks, her constantly moving little mouth, and watching her suck on her sauce-covered fingers one by one... Time just passed by without me noticing... I stared in disbelief as the three of them devoured the entire bag of chicken wings I had made. Not only were they on the plate, but Jung-sook even took some from the pot and ate them all!
Jeong-sook glanced awkwardly at her empty plate, then stole a look at me: "Uh... um... hehe... it's so delicious!" When she saw the clean table in front of me, and then the pile of bones in front of her, her little face turned bright red: "This... this... Jun-na... this is pretty good too... you eat this."
She pushed the cucumber and egg stir-fry, which hadn't been touched at all, in front of me: "I'll get you some rice." The two children, their bellies round like little pigs, lay on the floor. As for me, I ate my rice half-heartedly, my eyes fixed on the pile of chicken bones in front of Jeong-sook. Jeong-sook was restless, unsure whether to clean up or not: in South Korea, it's considered very impolite to clean up before someone has finished eating. Finally, I decided to let her off the hook, quickly finished my rice, and then got up to clean up the table. Zhengshu thought I was angry and looked at me in surprise: "Um... um... I can clean up, why don't you go watch TV?"
I grinned at her: "I'll do it today, weren't you injured?"
She paused, then stopped talking, watching me clear the table and wash the dishes, lost in thought...
After everything was tidied up, Zhengshu and I carried the two sleepy children to their room and put them to bed. Then we returned to the living room. Zhengshu sat casually on the sofa, while I sat on the floor in front of her, staring blankly at the TV.
After some time, I turned to look at Zhengshu: "Sister, does your foot still hurt?"
"Much better..." Her eyes remained glued to the TV.
I got up and sat on the sofa, lifting her feet and placing them on my thighs: "Sister, shall I massage your feet?" Before she could answer, I began massaging her ankles.
Sister Zhengshu didn't react much, just smiled at me: "Thank you for your hard work today."
"Isn't this what I should do? It's nothing to be tired of."
I continued to gently massage Sister Zhengshu's soft little feet until I realized she had fallen asleep. I boldly lowered my head and kissed her fair, smooth instep, then put it down, intending to go back to the room to get her a blanket. But suddenly, I unexpectedly saw her rapidly rising and falling breasts—they were wet again! Two erect nipples stood clearly in her already soaked cotton short-sleeved shirt. I felt dizzy, my heart rate soaring.
I tried my best to control my impulse, kneeling above her head to carefully examine her delicate face. Truly, she looked like a fairy fallen to earth, so pure and so moving… My mind gradually became hazy, as if she were my girlfriend. Naturally, I brought my lips to her red lips and gently kissed them, then kissed her deeply again.
I gently licked her lips with the tip of my tongue… Sister Zhengshu's lips, along with her eyes, slowly opened. Her eyes radiated a tenderness that intoxicated me, and a smooth tongue slowly emerged from her lips, gently touching the tip of mine.
I stood up and reached out my hand to her. She looked up at me, slowly sat up, and took my hand. I led her into the room.
Standing opposite each other in the darkness, I gently stroked Jung-sook's small hand, lightly tracing her palm with my index finger: "Sister, I love you." Jung-sook looked up at me, smiled, and nodded. My heart was filled with tenderness as I gently stroked her bare arm.
She closed her eyes, her soft breathing gradually becoming rapid, and with each touch, she let out a soft moan. I was incredibly aroused, but I knew I had to restrain myself, because what I wanted was not just my own satisfaction, but to reach the climax of sex with this lovely woman, to give her an experience beyond compare. Suddenly, I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly, my hands stroking her back, whispering my love for her over and over again in her ear. Jung-sook's breathing grew heavy, and her body began to heat up. I gently kissed her ear: "Sister...do you want it?" She didn't answer, but instead snuggled closer to me.
I sat on the bed, spreading Jung-sook's legs so she could straddle them, then slipped my hands inside her shirt and gently kneaded her soft, full breasts.
Jung-sook cupped my face in her hands, kissed me on the lips, and held the kiss for a long time. Many people don't take kissing very seriously, but my long experience and information from various sources have taught me that kissing is a very important flirting technique; for sensitive women, kissing can greatly arouse their desire.
I patiently and meticulously used the five-word mantra of softness, length, depth, heat, and liveliness on Sister Zhengshu, constantly touching her soft, fragrant tongue with the tip of my tongue, sometimes fast, sometimes gentle, occasionally sucking and licking her lips. When her breathing became rapid, I slowed down the pace, turned my head, and continued the teasing of my lips from a different angle.
After repeating this several times, Sister Zhengshu's body completely slumped in my arms, her arms hanging limply and unconsciously stroking my waist and hips.
I held her and lay down on the bed, continuing to kiss her while slowly peeling off her pants, then pushing her clothes under her chin, and then kneading her smooth, firm buttocks.
Just as I reached for my belt, Sister Zhengshu suddenly found strength from somewhere and almost frantically tore off my shirt, then breathed heavily and kissed my chest wildly, while her hands below were still unbuckling my belt. I cooperated and took off my pants.
Before I could even take off my underwear, Jung-sook buried her face between my legs, her wet lips kissing and caressing my penis through my fabric.
I lay on the bed, letting her moan as she kissed my penis until I could no longer bear it. I didn't rush to take off my underwear, which was already soaked with Jung-sook's saliva, letting my penis swell and become erect. Instead, I used my mouth to find her wet lips, while simultaneously caressing her breasts with my hands.
Because she was still breastfeeding, Jung-sook's breasts were incredibly delicate and soft, and surprisingly full. I explored and kneaded them, and soon my hands were soaked with milk seeping from her nipples.
Both nipples were already swollen and erect from my stimulation. I released Jung-sook's mouth and lowered my head to suckle one nipple. After just a gentle suck, several spurts of warm milk gushed out. Jung-sook tilted her head back and groaned loudly, simultaneously thrusting her breast forcefully against me. I sucked hard again, and even more milk gushed out, filling my mouth.
Amid her groans, I greedily suckled and swallowed the milk meant to nourish her daughter, while my other hand didn't forget to caress the other nipple, sometimes gently pulling, sometimes slowly kneading, making the already swollen nipple even more swollen.
One of my thighs was between Jung-sook's legs. As I emptied one breast and switched to the other, Jung-sook's body went limp, and at the same time, I felt a surge of heat gushing out from my thigh.
I released the nipple from my mouth: "Sister, is it comfortable?"
"Mmm~" Jung-sook nodded languidly in my arms.
I pinched her swollen nipple and tugged at it: "You haven't finished suckling yet... do you want to continue?"
Jung-sook buried her face in my chest, "Then... you continue... my breasts are so swollen..." I chuckled and lowered my head again to suckle the still-sucking nipple.
I'd already drained Jung-sook's milk for a long time, but I wasn't satisfied. I kept alternating between her nipples, hoping to get some more. Jung-sook's nipples were surprisingly swollen, even her areolas were protruding, giving me the feeling that they might explode at any moment. At the same time, her nipples were extremely sensitive; even a light touch would cause Jung-sook's whole body to spasm.
My thighs were already slippery, covered in the fluid flowing from between Jung-sook's legs. I laid her down on the bed, parted her two snow-white thighs, exposing her wet, pink vulva. Jung-sook's pubic hair was very thick; I even had to part it with my hands to see her genitals clearly. I licked her vulva with my tongue, causing her body to tremble and her labia to open and close repeatedly. I couldn't resist kissing her deeply, covering her vulva with my mouth, which exuded a rich, fleshy scent, and then gently scraping her soft cleft with my tongue.
Jung-sook suddenly pressed her hands against the back of my head, her hips pressing against my mouth, emitting whimpering sounds. I inserted my tongue deep into her vagina, stirring it around. Jung-sook's hands tore at the sheets and grabbed my hair, her lower body twisting incessantly.
I adjusted my position, moving my lower body in front of her, and intensified my licking of her vulva. Jung-sook let out a soft hiss, suddenly grabbing my hard penis and taking it deeply into her mouth. I rolled over and straddled her, burying my head even deeper between her legs. Jung-sook tried to lift her head repeatedly, using her mouth to manipulate my penis.
We rolled around on the bed, each holding the other's hips, giving each other oral sex. Sometimes she was on top, sometimes I was, but we never let our mouths leave each other's genitals.
Jung-sook's hot, wet mouth tightly enveloped my glans, her breath hot and rapid spray onto my scrotum, sending shivers down my spine. Finally, under Jung-sook's intense sucking, I couldn't control the overwhelming pleasure. My penis and testicles throbbed and pulsated violently. I tried to pull my penis out of her mouth, but Jung-sook held me tightly, forcing my glans even deeper into her mouth.
I could no longer control the urge to ejaculate. With each increasingly intense throbbing of my lower body, my first spurt of semen erupted powerfully from Jung-sook's mouth.
I lay panting on top of Jung-sook, savoring the lingering pleasure after ejaculation. Jung-sook didn't let me go, continuing to gently suckle my penis, her soft tongue swirling around my now-shrunken glans. Unable to resist her gentle licking, my penis hardened again, shoving stiffly into her mouth. After sucking, Jung-sook released it, saying, "Jun...I want...I want..."
I couldn't help but laugh, then climbed off her and knelt between her legs. "Come on, Jung-sook, spread your legs yourself." Hearing this, Jung-sook gave me a reproachful sound, but covered her face with her hands.
I grasped my erect penis, gently spreading her snow-white, plump thighs to their limit, then lifting them and pressing them to her sides. Jung-sook readily wrapped her arms around her legs. I chuckled and pulled her hands to her genitals. "Sister, spread them yourself..." Seeing she didn't move, I reached out and helped her. I forced Sister Zhengshu to use her hands to pull apart her labia majora, revealing two soft, engorged labia minora. I admired and caressed them for a while, then grasped my penis again, rubbing the glans back and forth against her moist, warm vaginal opening. Sister Zhengshu's labia minora were very soft, like other women who had given birth, but the rubbing of the glans still gave me an intense, soul-stirring pleasure.
I inserted the glans a little further, then held the base of my penis and stirred it around at the entrance of her vagina. Soon, her vagina secreted a large amount of fluid, and I stirred it even more vigorously at the entrance of her vagina. Sister Zhengshu's body trembled, her buttocks thrusting upwards eagerly with my stirring, trying to take my penis inside her.
Instead, I pulled the glans out, and Sister Zhengshu shook her round buttocks in frustration. I reached out and held her down, then made her spread her vagina apart a little more. Sister Zhengshu hurriedly spread her labia wider, eagerly awaiting my penetration.
Thinking I was about to enter, she groaned and spread her vaginal opening wide, but I didn't penetrate. Instead, I began to pound my erect penis against her open vulva. At first, Sister Zhengshu only moaned softly under my thrusts, but as I increased the force, her voice grew increasingly excited, and her buttocks throbbed incessantly, welcoming the pounding of my penis.
"You...you...hurry up...give it to me, okay?" Sister Zhengshu's voice sounded like she was crying. I chuckled, ignoring her pleas, and continued my brutal torture of her flesh.
Frankly, I didn't particularly enjoy this kind of highly stimulating foreplay—it was an unbearable ordeal for an aroused woman, and even more so for a man. If it weren't for my intense enjoyment of seeing the usually virtuous Sister Zhengshu display such seductive and alluring behavior, I would have already thrust inside her. Jung-sook seemed to have gone mad, wildly swaying her hips and buttocks, emitting almost screaming moans, pleading incoherently: "Please... stop teasing me... I can't take it anymore..." I excitedly continued to pound her genitals
.
Jung-sook's bodily fluids were more plentiful than I'd imagined; with each pounding of my penis, they splattered everywhere, not only making a mess of her crotch but also soaking a large patch of her thighs. "Damn it..." I wiped the splashed fluid from my face, deciding not to continue—I couldn't take it anymore either.
Stopping the pounding, I aimed my wet glans at Jung-sook's vaginal opening. She looked up, her beautiful eyes gazing eagerly at our crotch, while she parted her labia a little more. I got into position, even inserting the head of my penis a section. Jung-sook rested her head on the pillow, then closed her eyes and stopped breathing, waiting for my penetration.
I slowly inserted part of my penis, then quickly pulled it out. Sister Zhengshu sighed in disappointment, her eyes looking at me pitifully. Taking advantage of this moment, I suddenly thrust my entire penis into her vagina. Caught completely off
guard, Sister Zhengshu's legs snapped open as I forcefully penetrated her, her eyes widening, and she let out a long groan.
I climbed on top of her, chuckling, and asked, "Was it good?" Sister Zhengshu took a while to catch her breath, pulling her hands from between her legs and wrapping them around my neck, her thighs draped over my buttocks. "You naughty guy~"
she said playfully, gently biting my nose. "You always bully your sister~"
I kissed her thin lips, then slowly rotated my hips, stirring my penis inside her vagina. Sister Zhengshu sighed again, but this time she seemed satisfied.
Actually, Sister Zhengshu's vagina wasn't very tight, after all, she had given birth to two children. But this didn't seem to pose a problem—in fact, from the moment I penetrated her, Jung-sook's vagina kept clenching, making me feel incredibly good, and with every movement I made, her delicate moans never stopped.
Gradually, I became dissatisfied with slowly stirring my penis, reaching back to hold Jung-sook's thighs, then kneeling up and beginning to thrust vigorously.
Jung-sook's labia kept sliding in and out with each thrust, and thick fluids gushed out from my penis. Sometimes I thrust wildly like a storm, sometimes gently like a drizzle, driving Jung-sook crazy, shaking her head back and forth, her buttocks twisting like a millstone, unconsciously emitting moans.
The constant contractions of Jung-sook's soft vagina gave me immense pleasure, and I felt an unbearable itch, desperately wanting to release the desire within me. I held Zheng Shu's thighs tightly, kissing and licking them, while my lower body thrust rapidly and relentlessly, my abdomen and scrotum slapping against her buttocks with increasingly loud slapping sounds.
Zheng Shu's moans grew louder and louder. After hundreds of such frenzied thrusts, although I didn't feel like ejaculating yet, my lower back was starting to give way. So I slowed down, parting Zheng Shu's thighs to expose our intimately connected genitals.
As I thrust slowly and firmly, I looked down, reaching my hand between her legs to stroke her thick pubic hair. Then, I parted the hair to carefully observe the way my penis entered and exited her vagina, and suddenly noticed that Zheng Shu's clitoris was now erect and throbbing like a tiny penis!
I gently pinched it, and Zheng Shu's body trembled. Her moans suddenly intensified. I parted the tender flesh on either side of her clitoris, making it protrude even more, and then gently rubbed it with my fingers. Zheng Shu convulsed repeatedly, her body burning hot. She gripped the mattress tightly with both hands, making long, strange noises. Seeing her so excited, I quickly withdrew my penis from her vagina and knelt between her legs. Just as she began to grumble in dissatisfaction, I had already taken her clitoris into my mouth, while simultaneously inserting my middle finger deep into her vagina.
I gently bit the base of her clitoris, my tongue darting rapidly across it, then I opened my teeth and sucked on it vigorously, while my fingers continued to swirl and stir inside her vagina.
Zheng Shu was covered in sweat, her body trembling violently. I could clearly see the muscles in her legs twitching as she shook, and the spasms inside her vagina intensified, making it difficult even to move her fingers. "
Ah
...
Then I climbed onto her back, thrusting my hips while reaching under her to grasp her breasts. Gradually, Zheng Shu became aroused again, burying her face in the pillow, moaning softly as she moved her hips upwards in rhythm with my thrusts.
I panted heavily, thrusting relentlessly, licking and kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck. However, because Zheng Shu's buttocks were so full, my thrusts felt somewhat weak. To release my pent-up desire, I had to get up and pull her to her knees on the bed. I kissed her high, full buttocks, then penetrated her vagina from behind.
The room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding. The soft skin of Zheng Shu's buttocks rippled with each thrust. Seeing this beautiful sight, I became even more excited, recklessly thrusting my hips, pumping my penis into Zheng Shu's vagina.
Zheng Shu buried her face deeply in the pillow, muffled moans escaping from within. I gradually felt a tingling sensation in my perineum, and my testicles slowly contracted. I groaned, trying to relax, but it was no use; the pleasure before ejaculation made me unable to control myself.
Like a struggle before death, I held tightly to Jung-sook's buttocks and thrust wildly. Finally, a wave of tingling and numbness ran down my spine, and with the intense pulsation of my penis, my semen shot out like a cannonball into the depths of Jung-sook
's vagina, which was still convulsing at that moment… After ejaculating, my vision went black, and I sat weakly behind Jung-sook, feeling like my body had fallen apart. When I came to my senses, I realized that Jung-sook was still in the same position, her full, round buttocks sticking out, her body still trembling, her full labia opening and closing irregularly, and her anus contracting incessantly. Then, a stream of white fluid overflowed from her vagina.
After a while, Jung-sook slumped down, panting heavily, lying on the bed. I crawled over and pulled her into my arms, my hands gently caressing her body. Zheng Shu hugged me, pressing her face tightly against my chest, her sweaty thighs wrapped around my lower body.
I never fall asleep immediately after being intimate with a woman, and today was no exception. Despite being exhausted, I continued to stroke Zheng Shu's soft body, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, and occasionally gently licking her small earlobe…
and so we fell asleep in each other's arms…
With such a young woman to enjoy sex with, I naturally wouldn't miss any opportunity to be intimate with her.
Whenever Zheng Shu's husband wasn't home, I would constantly bother her, and Zheng Shu never refused me. Seeing my desire, she would do her best to create the conditions. Sometimes, when I couldn't wait, Zheng Shu would find a moment when the children weren't looking and we would quickly slip into the bathroom for a quickie. I knew that Zheng Shu couldn't possibly reach orgasm in such a short time, but she never complained, so I could only make it up to her at night.
What bothered me most was when Zheng Shu's husband was home. Back then, I was young and had a very strong sex drive, but with her husband around, we basically had no chance to be alone together. Out of desperation, I resorted to masturbation. When Zheng Shu found out, she risked being discovered by her husband and children to satisfy me as much as possible.
One evening after dinner, the whole family was watching TV in the living room. I sat on the sofa watching Zheng Shu cleaning the room, and before I knew it, I had an erection. After a while, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I went to the balcony for some fresh air.
When Zheng Shu was on the balcony, I quietly told her I wanted more. Zheng Shu blushed, glanced at her husband watching TV in the living room, and said to me, "Keep an eye on him. If he makes any noise, tell me immediately." She then squatted down, took my penis out, and sucked it vigorously, making me ejaculate in a very short time. Then she quickly tidied herself up and went back to the living room…
At this point, my story with Zheng Shu seems to have ended, but that's not the case. After graduating from university, I didn't return to China. Instead, I found a job in South Korea and now I rent an apartment near my company. Every Sunday, Jung-sook comes over to spend time with me, and sometimes, if circumstances allow, she stays overnight. Although Jung-sook knows I have a girlfriend, she never says anything about it to me. Sometimes, after we've made love, she looks at me wistfully and says, "What will you do when you go back to China?"

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