I only work out to stay in shape, not for size or power. Looking at this taught and toned goddess...

I only work out to stay in shape, not for size or power. Looking at this taught and toned goddess in front of me though, I felt like a fat schlub. She didn’t seem to mind, though. She eyed me up and down appreciatively, her gaze lingering long on my cock that was growing more erect as she watched.

As her hands slid down her body, between her breasts and to her stomach, I knew then and there that I was going to fuck her. This wasn’t going to be a romantic tryst by candle light with Kenny G playing in the background. I was going to fuck the shit out of her.

I stepped under the water and she approached and proceeded to scrub me down. The shower was meant for couples to fool around in and we had plenty of space. She lathered up the cloth and began to work it in circles over my skin, doing my shoulders and then my back. She went down to my ass and slid her soapy arm between my ass cheeks and I felt her rub at my asshole which brought an involuntary bounce in my cock. I felt more than saw her kneel down and begin to scrub the backs of my legs. She moved her hands up and down with slow strokes almost caressing the backs of my thighs and calves. Then she slid one arm between my legs and glided up between my balls and inner thigh, pushing her whole arm through up to the shoulder. I watched as her soapy arm emerged from under my balls, then she pulled back equally as slowly before cupping my balls in her hand and giving them a gentle tug. I groaned my approval and she continued. After a moment her hand reached up and began to glide along my shaft and make circles around the head. I luxuriated in the sensations for several moments. My cock was so hard it was aching.

"You have nice cock, Drew Teacher." I could hear the smile in her voice. There was a moment where I wondered where she picked up the word and thought maybe Sumin had told her. Ha.

I turned around and saw her there, on her knees in the shower, the water splashing down against her back. My cock was at eye level and without waiting she reached up and began to stroke it, adding more soap as needed to keep it slick. She caressed it with her finger tips, dragging her nails along the underside and down my balls, then she would grip the cock and slide her hand back up. It was exquisite torture. Her eyes would travel back and forth between my cock and my face and it wasn’t long before I couldn’t handle it anymore. I was going mad with lust.

I grabbed the shower head and rinsed us both off, then I pulled her roughly to me and kissed her hard. She squealed and then whimpered. I slid my hand down her back, tracing the indentation of her spine, then it was my turn to slip my hand between her tight ass cheeks. Leading with my middle finger, I slid straight down the crack of her tightly-muscled ass and up underneath to enter her pussy from behind. She bit my lip as my finger slipped into her slit. She was slick with more than water. I crushed her body against mine and pulled her tongue into my mouth as my finger moved in and out. Our bodies melded together, me fingering her and her hand stroking my cock.

Without warning I pulled away from her, spun her around and moved her body against the wall of the shower. She let out a gasp as first her breasts and then her stomach came up against the cool glass but she thrust her hips backward, gliding along my cock in anticipation. I wrapped my arms around her and brought my hands up, squeezing the largest breasts I’d had my hands on in a long time. Fake or not, they felt amazing. She groaned at the rough treatment but her hips were searching for my cock all the same.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "You’re a very bad girl," I growled at her. I released one hand from a breast and slipped it down between her legs where I began to rub her clit. "Aren’t you."

Her face was against the glass, her eyes half closed. "Yes," she moaned out.

"‘Yes, sir,’" I corrected her.

"Yes, sir," she repeated obediently.

"Only a bad girl would want to fuck her daughter’s boyfriend."

"Yes--" her voice cut off as I slid two fingers inside her pussy. "...Sir!" she cried out. "I bad giiirrrllll!"

I could feel her body trembling as she ground her pelvis into my hand.

I pulled away suddenly and got down on my knees. The tile was hard but I didn’t care. I gripped her ass and with both hands, pulled her cheeks apart, and began to lick her ass. She let out a high pitched cry and tried to pull away, but I held her firm. After just a few seconds of attention her attempts to pull away ceased and she began pushing back into me.

"Uh-muh!" she cried out several times in rapid succession before it devolved into a long string of moans. I bent my head a little lower and pulled her down a little so that her bare pussy was before my eyes, glistening and smooth. I plunged my tongue past her smooth folds and drank in the clean taste of her. Her legs were quivering as she hissed in pleasure, and then whimpered against the glass. If she was being honest about her sex life it had been almost two years since she’d seen any action. I aimed to give her her money’s worth, so to speak.

I continued to pleasure her and it wasn’t long before she was up on her tiptoes, her muscles tense and shaking as my tongue explored her slick hole from behind. With a scream she came and almost collapsed into me. She was shuddering and swayed slightly. We probably needed to get out of the shower. I’d left the bathroom door open so it wasn’t a sauna, but we were clean enough, I thought.

I stood up trying to ignore the pain in my knees from spending that long on the tile floor and NaEun leaned against me. I brought her mouth to mind and we kissed passionately, her hand going once again to my cock.

"Wonderful," she cooed as her lips found my neck.

"Let’s go, bad girl," I said with a chuckle. I swatted her ass playfully as I walked us out of the bathroom. She giggled and followed along on wobbly legs.

We toweled each other off and she went for one of the beers, popping the can open with that telltale crack and hiss of escaping gas, and took a long pull. I’d bought myself a small bottle of vodka and some orange juice and made a little cocktail in a paper cup. We then fed each other some of the chocolate I’d bought. It wasn’t long before we were sucking fingers and rolling on the bed, our robes tossed to the floor. The blankets had been pushed off in a pile at the foot of the bed and after some playful tickling and touching I moved her to the end and instructed her to get down on her knees. I sat up, legs over the side. My cock was sticking straight out and my balls, heavy with the promise of cum, dangled off the edge of the mattress.

"You’re going to suck my cock," I told her, a note of command in my voice. Her eyes were wide and excited as she looked up at me. With one hand I grabbed her firmly by the back of the head, her hair still damp from the shower, and with my other hand I gripped my cock at the base. I began to rub it across her face. Over her forehead, down her cheek. She stuck her tongue out and I slapped it a bit.

"Are you a bad girl?" I asked her.

"Yeeesss," she whispered, her voice heavy. I whacked her lightly on the cheek with my dick. "Yes, sir." I corrected her again.

"Yes, sir." Her voice taking on a more girlish quality. "I bad girl."

"Do you want to suck the cock that has fucked your daughter?"

I saw the shudder move through her as her eyes closed briefly. What was that? Excitement? Arousal? Shame? When she opened them again, she wouldn’t meet my eyes. "Yes, sir. I want this cock." Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

I brought her closer, rubbing my cock along the smooth skin of her forehead. It looked huge like that and it was hot as fuck. I pulled up my cock, bringing my balls into full view. "Use your tongue." She obeyed.

With the head of my cock resting just above her eyebrows, her pink tongue emerged from her mouth and began to play over the swell of my balls. She circled them with her tongue, then pulled one in her mouth, sucking softly. Her eyes--pupils dilated from arousal and glistening from the booze--were looking hard at me. I stroked her hair as she pleasured me. "Such a bad girl," I cooed to her.

I entwined my fingers into the hair on the back of her head and pulled her up. "Open your mouth," I told her.

Mouth wide, I guided her down on my dick and her hot mouth enveloped me. Her tongue began to slide around the underside of my cock and I pushed her down until I hit the back of her throat. I felt her throat constrict and her body convulsed so I let her up, allowing her a breath. Then I pushed her back down until I tapped her throat again and I held her for just a moment, then released again. I repeated this process a few more times, getting her accustomed to me controlling the speed and the depth, then I began to increase the tempo. Her eyes were watering and drool was running freely from around her lips as I face-fucked her, moving her head up and down my shaft.

"Yesss…" I growled. "Suck my cock!"

I continued the rough treatment until I saw her face start to turn red, then I pulled her off. She began to gasp and cough as I held her firmly by the back of her head. I rubbed my dick around her lips and her cheeks until she was glistening.

"Do you like sucking my cock, NaEun?"

She was on her knees, legs together, and I could see her clenching her thighs and the subtle rocking of her hips as she stimulated herself. I wondered absently if she even knew she was doing it.

"Yes, sir," she whimpered. Her mouth moved to capture my dick as I rubbed the head over her lips."

"Is this what you like? Do you like me to tell you what to do?"

She swallowed and nodded her head slowly. "Yes, sir. I want you have me.

"You’re going to lick my ass now." I told her. "You’ve been a bad girl and this is your punishment."

I wasn’t sure how well she understood what I was saying between the fog of alcohol and her own horniness, but she got the gist well enough. She nodded her head slowly.

I stood up and got on my knees in the center of the bed. Then I bent forward with my legs spread and looked back at her. "Lick my ass."

She moved up onto the bed just behind me and her tits hung like ripe melons, swaying slightly as she crawled forward, getting into position. I set my head into the pillow as her hands went to my hips and she moved closer. The only warning I had was the brief feeling of warm breath on my puckered asshole as she began to tongue me.

"Fuuuuck!" I groaned into the pillow. It felt amazing as she licked up and down my ass. Her head lowered and she began to lick the underside of my balls, then bring her tongue all the way back up. She swirled around my asshole and one hand moved between my legs and she began to stroke my cock from behind. Perversely, as I was enjoying the feelings of this woman’s tongue on my ass, I thought I had to get Sumin to do the same. I’d licked her ass plenty, it was time for her to return the favor.

I pushed my ass back into her face and heard her moan along with me as her hand stroking my cock picked up speed. I wasn’t going to last long. This was too fucking hot.

I pulled away then yanked her up towards me on the bed. I instructed her how I wanted her and after just a moment she was on her knees in the same position I’d just been, face down ass up. I brought my cock to her pussy which was so wet it was practically dripping down her legs. I slid my cock up and down her slit, coating my dick in her juices as she whimpered.

"Please!" she begged, her voice half muffled from. Her bare pussy glistened, the lips engorged. I lined up the head of my cock with her eager hole, then--two hands firmly on her hips--buried myself in her. Both of us moaned in pleasure as I sank up to my balls in her pussy. She threw one hand back and grabbed onto my wrist as she cried out my name. She was tight but so wet I slid in without even a hint of resistance. I held still for a moment, luxuriating in the gentle squeeze of her pussy and then began to thrust. Slowly at first, but it didn’t take long for her to start begging for me.

"Harder! Do it harder" she called. I increased the intensity and she began a long series of grunts and screams. Our bodies came together with a distinct slapping sound.

"You like my cock?"

"Yes, sir!" she screamed. "More! Want more!"

I was sweating as I continued to pound her and, while it felt like we’d been fucking for hours but in reality was probably only a couple of minutes. Even so, my orgasm was close. Her pussy suddenly got tighter as it started to convulse around my shaft and with a muffled scream she came again, her ass shaking. Watching her cum on my cock was the last straw. I felt a contraction in my balls so intense it was almost painful and with a rush I pulled out of her and pushed her over onto her back and straddled her waist. I pumped my cock furiously as my orgasm washed over me. I heard her gasp as my cum began to spray her. It coated those magnificent tits and splashed up over her face.

Once it passed I looked down to see my own little Jackson Pollock painting. She was criss-crossed with thick ropes of cum, one eye glazed shut and several thick drops slowly running down her cheeks and between her tits. I leaned forward, placing my still rock-hard dick between her breasts and pushed them together. I tit-fucked her slowly while the cum dripped down her face. She looked at me with her one open eye and that wicked smile played across her lips.

"You very dirty boy," she said with a chuckle. She brought her hands up and held her tits together, freeing mine up. I took the opportunity to clean her. I began collecting the cum around her face with a finger and placing it in her mouth. Her one eye opened wide at that, I don’t think she’d ever eaten cum before.

"Eat up," I told her in Korean. She closed her lips around my finger and sucked on it, swallowing the cum. I repeated the process a few more times, getting most of it off her. For her eye, I grabbed a tissue and wiped that clean.

"I never do that before," she said, a note of awe in her voice.

"Not done yet. You’ve been a bad girl, remember. Still more to clean." I got off of her and positioned myself so my cock was right next to her mouth. It was still somewhat swollen but had lost most of its length. I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her mouth to the head and pushed it past her lips. She let out a startled squeak as my cock, sticky with our combined fluids, moved into her mouth, her nose coming to rest against the base of my cock.

"That’s right," I said, my voice soothing. "Clean my cock."

She resisted at first, probably at the sheer nastiness of what we were doing, but once she got used to the taste of herself she began to suck in earnest. I released her and sat back. She got up and began to work my cock slowly, allowing it to swell in her mouth.

"Gooood girl," I told her, loving the feeling of her tongue working at my stiffening member. Within moments I was fully hard again.

NaEun came up for a breath and stared at my cock in surprise. "We do again?"

Yes, we do again.

In the end, we had sex two more times before we passed out. She was a fountain of passion and I think she only stopped because I had reached my limit. The second time was not as intense but still passionate and it lasted significantly longer. We dozed off a little after that and at some point in the wee hours I awoke with her mouth back on my cock and it slowly stiffening. Even I was surprised by that. I took her one more time and it was slow and gentle, not at all like the intensity of our first coupling. We came together and finally she’d had enough.

After checkout the next morning we went to a coffee shop and had some pastries. Our clothes were a little rumpled but I didn’t care and she didn’t appear to either. We sat across from each other and we shared a lot of private little smiles.

"Thank you," she said after we had eaten mostly in silence for the first several minutes. "Last night very wonderful for me."

"Me, too," I told her, honestly. "You’re amazing."

NaEun gave me a small smile but I could see she was upset about something. I asked her what was on her mind.

"I think I’m little bit bad mom." She looked away out at the ocean.

"Why?"

There was a long pause before she brought her gaze back to mine. "I jealous my daughter. Not right I be jealous her." Her fingers idly twisted a napkin as she cast her gaze back down.

"You had a terrible marriage, I think I understand. If things were different…" My voice trailed off. If they were different, what? Would she and I be together?

NaEun gave me a small smile. "I wish I meet you first." She sniffled and my heart broke a little. I understood what she meant.

I held her hand and offered what comfort I could. Part of me wished we could all be together under the same roof, but even I wasn’t so far gone into my Penthouse Forum fantasy to think that would ever happen.

"You take care of Sumin in USA?" she was shifting back into safer territory. Which was good, because nothing good would come from us wanting things that we couldn’t have. This had been our freebie.

"Yes. I promise."

As we left the coffee shop I kissed her gently once more, then we said our goodbyes. She got into a cab going one direction, and I found one going in the other. As the car zipped along through the light Sunday morning traffic I had no trouble at all understanding where Sumin got her strength from. NaEun was an incredible woman. She had left a broken marriage with a child, started her own business and turned it into a success, all while raising her daughter in a society that still frowned upon divorced women and single mothers. She was a beast.

And I felt like tracking down NaEun’s ex-husband and giving him a solid punch in the face. What an asshole to throw away not one, but two amazing women. I shook my head to myself and began to nod off as the taxi took me home.

Epilogue

St. Louis has all the earmarks of being a once great city in decline. It’s not as bad as Detroit, in my opinion, but it has some pretty rough and rundown neighborhoods. However, if you know where to look, there is some absolutely beautiful architecture and neighborhoods. And there are some great restaurants.

After paying off the remainder of my student loans with the life insurance I received from my mother’s death, I had set about to start a real estate empire. Okay, not so much an empire, but just enough rental properties that I could live comfortably without needing a regular job. Not that I wasn’t working. Rehabbing properties is pretty hard work, in fact. I’ve got the busted and calloused hands to prove it.

Once Sumin had decided on St. Louis I’d spent the following months researching the real estate market in the area and **ing neighborhoods I wanted to invest in. I made contact with some banks, set up an LLC, and **ed a property management service. Then it was time to leave.

I left Korea about three months ahead of Sumin and closed the deal on a four family flat in a neighborhood the locals called South City. It was a little bit old but still in relatively good condition. More importantly though, it had four long-term tenants already in residence and they always paid rent on time. I was able to buy the property for cash, which allowed me to get a pretty sweet deal and also meant, minus taxes and some maintenance fees, all the rent was profit. It was a big up-front expense but I wanted the income as soon as possible. It brought in almost three thousand a month in rent which was enough for me to live off of without touching the money I had to pay for supplies and tools that I would need for the next property.

With that house as collateral I took out a loan for an unoccupied duplex that was in pretty rough shape. I didn’t technically need the loan but I wanted a good relationship with the bank and it would offset some of my cost. Because of the poor condition I got it cheap but it meant a lot of work to get it ready for renters. It was barely liveable and I roughed it for the first month as I lived and worked in the house every day. I made some mistakes (okay a lot) on that first house but Youtube was a life saver. By the time I picked up Sumin from the airport, our side of the duplex looked pretty damn nice, if I do say so myself.

There were a lot of tears when we finally reunited and, as exhausted as she was from the long flight, we spent the whole next day in bed. She loved the house, even though it wasn’t finished, and couldn’t wait to learn how to do some of the work herself. I reminded her this was only temporary and that I expected us to be moving within six months as I finished up the other side and rented it out. Then it would be on to the next one to live in as I fixed it up. I told her that it would be like that for most of this year until I had four or five properties producing income. Then I would buy us a proper home. She said she didn’t care, she would rough it along with me as long as she had a quiet and comfortable place to study. I promised her that would be the first thing we did in any new house we moved into.

It was our first Christmas together in my third property, the duplex having finally rented out two months prior. Even with the hard work of rehabbing these houses, and Sumin’s surprisingly heavy course load, we were ridiculously happy. Sumin had settled in nicely at Washington University and her classes were going well. Our living room was still unpainted, the newly hung drywall still marked with putty to cover the seams and screw holes but I had set up our TV on a little stand I’d cobbled together with spare lumber. A Christmas tree had been erected in the corner and we had spent a whole afternoon decorating her first real one. She couldn’t get over how beautiful it looked in the dark. I couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked in the glow of the LED Christmas lights.

Dinner that night had been a quick affair of Imo’s Pizza and something I’d never even heard of before coming to St. Louis, toasted ravioli. Imo’s was a local chain that, despite my misgivings, was surprisingly good. And holy shit, were toasted ravioli awesome! It also paired pretty well with the wine we were having as I introduced Sumin to the joy that is A Christmas Story. It’s one of my favorite movies of all time.

As much as I like the movie, I watch it every year without fail for the end scene, alone. The scene where Ralphie and Randy are asleep in bed, their toys clutched in their hands and the camera cuts to his mom and dad sitting in the darkened living room, listening to music on their radio. Outside the snow is falling and the glow of the christmas tree fills one corner of the screen. In that final moment Ralphie’s mom and dad don’t talk. Rather, they enjoy the dance of snowflakes outside the window, taking comfort in the stillness and beauty of it all. When I think of Christmas, that’s what I think of.

I looked over at Sumin on the other side of the couch, her body curled up in a blanket as she watched Randy shoving mashed potatoes in his mouth and snorting like a pig. She laughs and I laugh watching her laugh. I think that, just maybe, I’d found someone I could have that with. Her light tan skin glowed in the shifting color patterns from our tree, her eyes sparkling with the reflection. I was confident that she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. There wasn’t snow outside at the moment, but there would be.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table and, between laughs, she grabbed it. "My mom," she told me. She began tapping away furiously at her phone as Ralphie’s dad received his major award. Fra-Gee-Lay. It’s Italian.

After a couple of minutes she set the phone down and then joined me on my side of the sofa. I wrapped her in my blanket and we settled back in, my arm around her shoulder and her head resting on my chest.

"Mom said she wants to visit during Lunar New Year."

"That would be awesome," I told her. "The guest room should be done then, too. It would be great to have her stay with us."

Her arms squeezed me. "I think so, too. I miss her."

"I know, sweetie." I kissed the top of her head. On the screen Ralphie’s dad was trying to figure out where to plug in his major award.

"She want to know if you will fuck her again. She said she misses your cock."

I jerked involuntarily and pushed her off of me. She was looking at me with a wicked little smile of hers. A smile that I now knew was just like her mother’s.

"What?" she asked, the perfect picture of innocence. "She told you we don’t keep secrets from each other. And whose idea do you think it was that she fuck you in the first place?"

She brought her delicate little hand up and closed my gaping mouth then gave it a quick little kiss.

"Merry Christmas, Teacher."

Son of a…

The End.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this little tale and don’t mind that I snuck a love story inside the sex story. Thanks for reading.

-Cham-Ee-Seul

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