“Teacher,” Sumin said, suddenly. “What is ‘Netflix and chill’?” She looked across the desk at me with an expression of open curiosity.
Caught off guard, I hesitated trying to figure out how to answer this. My gut instinct is to always be honest but I also know that in the classroom there are certain boundaries, even if this was a private lesson and not in an actual classroom. We were sitting in her apartment’s study room with a piano against one wall, bookshelves filled with books along another wall, and her desk with me on one side, and her on the other. Sumin was framed by the large window behind her looking out over a landscape of other high rise apartment buildings. The textbook was open before her and her scratch paper next to it. I had been guiding her through some exercises with de***********ive adjectives when, mid-exercise, she sprung the question on me.
“Well…,” I began slowly. “You know in Korean people say ’would you like to go eat ramen together’?” I said this part in Korean.
Sumin grinned. “I know that.” Good. Bullet dodged. Suggesting to your Korean date to go eat ramen together was essentially do you want to come up and get your freak on.
“It’s like that but in American English. I don’t know if they use it in Australia or England, but we use it in the US. for the same reason. It’s kind of a joke now, I think.”
She pressed on with a little too much interest in her expression. “Did you say to girl before?”
“Eat ramen or the watch Netflix?” I said, cautiously.
”Either one is okay.”
“English, please.” She repeated the correct phrase in English back to me and waited, her expression expectant.
Sumin was a very intelligent young woman. She was not yet out of high school and she excelled in most of her subjects. (She said social studies bored her to tears.) She was planning to go to the US to attend university after she graduated in a couple of years and a lot of our conversations had centered around American culture and what to expect. High school can be brutal in South Korea but Sumin managed to keep in high spirits and genuinely seemed to enjoy learning new things. She was bright and inquisitive.
In addition, she was an exceptionally cute girl. It wasn’t all natural as most young Korean women and many of the men go under the knife for plastic surgery. Image is king in South Korea. And even though she was still in high school, that didn’t stop her or many other students from having a little work done. Many got it as a birthday present, or as a reward for good test grades. Her wide, expressive eyes had been worked on, and her nose was just a little too perfect to have been natural. But she didn’t look too far off from what you might see in a kpop video. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders and her perfectly smooth cheeks and slim jawline accentuated a full mouth. She often had on makeup for our classes since she usually met up with friends after we finished, and today was no exception. Her lashes were long around her brown eyes so dark they were almost black, her lips a deep crimson. Most schools in Korean didn’t allow the girls to wear makeup so they tended to go all out on the weekends when they were able to get away from the classroom.
I enjoyed our classes together and we often had good conversations. This was the first time anything remotely sexual had come up beyond some questions about dating American boys in university. It’s not like I’m in the habit of probing about the sex lives of my students, after all. Usually our conversations centered around Korean cultural issues, news topics, or school drama when they weren’t about cultural differences between our two countries.
“Um…” I paused. “No, I don’t think so. I used to joke about it with my ex-girlfriend but we were already dating before I learned about eating ramen.”
She seemed a little disappointed but then asked “Is it okay? Can girl say to boy?”
“In the US, sure. As we talked about before, relationships are a little more relaxed,” I informed her. “Women are a little more free to express themselves. Do girls say that to boys in Korea?”
“I think no,” she replied, her normally smiling mouth tilting down into a small frown. “Girl say to boy then maybe people say girl is bad
“Bad,” I corrected.
“Bad,” she repeated, this time in English. Then she pushed on. “If girl say to you, you think girl is bad?”
“No, I don’t think so,” I responded. “I think girls can do that just like boys can.”
Sumin nodded her approval, her glistening black hair catching the fluorescent lights that are used in every Korean apartment. “Me too, me too!” I arched my eyebrow in a very teacherly fashion at her regression back into her native Korean. “Me, too!” she quickly corrected, with a little smile.
“Where did you learn that?”
“I hear that. In Youtube video they talk that.”
“Ah. Did they explain what it meant?”
She nodded, grinning mischievously. “Little.”
“A little,” I corrected, pretending not to notice the wicked glint in her eye.
“A little. But I a little don’t understand.”
“Do you understand now?” I asked her.
“Yes” she piped back.
“Anyway, back to the lesson,” I said, pointedly. I wanted to steer the conversation into safer territory. “Find the adjective in this sentence and then make your own sentence with it.” Was it just my imagination or did her eyes linger just a little too long on mine before going back to the problem?
The rest of the lesson went on without any such riske´ topics and before we knew it, the hour was finished. I assigned her some light homework to help better familiarize her with de***********ive adjectives and we said our goodbyes.
In the elevator down to the ground floor of the high rise apartment where she lived I replayed the conversation in my head. With Youtube being what it was and students exposed to language and ideas from all over the world, it was probably nothing but honest curiosity. I was just imagining the longer looks she seemed to be giving me or the fact that her shirt seemed tighter today.
I put my headphones in and tried to put it out of my mind. Hers was my last class for the day and I had the rest of Saturday to myself. I wanted to go home and relax. I didn’t want to be thinking about nubile high school girls asking about Netflix and Chilling. And I most certainly didn’t want to be thinking about what she looked like under that t-shirt that was only coincidentally tighter than normal.
Chapter 2: The Message
I’d been teaching in Korea for about six years at that point. I came to the country on a whim, not having anything big going on at home, and figured I could put my Master’s degree to some good use. Free housing, easy access to other Asian countries for travel, decent food, and a relatively low-stress environment. My main job was at an after-school education facility called a hagwon, or what we’d call an academy in English. Kids of all ages go to academies for all sorts of different classes to try and give them an edge when it comes to their school testing. (Or for fancy babysitting if the mother wants to get them out of the house for a few hours so she can meet her friends at a coffee shop and bitch about their husbands and mother-in-laws.) They even have Lego academies where kids go and play with Legos.
The pay isn’t stellar at most academies so a lot of teachers like myself supplement our incomes with classes on the side, which are usually referred to as private lessons, or just privates. Technically they’re illegal under the rules of my work visa but immigration doesn’t check up on teachers and as long as no one reports me then I’m fine. It’s a nice way to pad my income and save money. Most months, I can live off the income from my privates and barely touch my salary. Not a bad life. So what was initially just a let’s-see-what-it’s-like scenario quickly became a multi-year deal. I didn’t have any plans for returning to life back in the US and was content to bank cash, take a vacation once in a while, and enjoy the tail-end of my twenties. And the women were easy on the eyes as well.
Sumin was a relatively new student that I’d picked up through a referral, which is how I got most of my extra work. I couldn’t advertise because of the law, so new students came when a mom recommended me to another mom, and I’d get a call. Sumin was an only child living with her mother, who was divorced. But of course Koreans never talk about that, her father was just “away” working in another city. Code for divorce. Her mom ran her own moderately successful hair salon and wanted her daughter to attend university in the US so they sought me out to improve her communication skills and as a bit of a cultural education. Korean schools focus heavily on English grammar education but not so much on the speaking part, especially once they hit high school, so that’s where I come in.
Sumin was my last class on Saturdays and we finished up at around five o’clock. She lived in one of the large, multi-building apartment complexes that grow up from the urban Korean landscape like weeds. Towering edifices of concrete and rebar built to the gods of efficiency and mediocrity, many with absurd portmanteau names that blend Korean and English into something unholy and wrong to native English speakers, all in an attempt to sound high class.
Names like Luxtige, a merger of Luxury and Prestige. Or Ricenz, which is the name of an apartment along a river. It’s the bastard offspring of river, center, and zenith. Why? Because fuck English, that’s why. But it’s trendy here.
My accommodations were much more humble. I lived in a decent enough place, two bedrooms, in what Koreans call a villa. But if you’re thinking of some beautiful home in the Italian countryside, you’ve got the wrong idea. It’s in a bland brick building, five floors and no elevator. Calling it a villa almost seems like an insult or some sick joke. I live on the third floor. It’s nothing to get excited about but the kitchen was big enough for an oven, a luxury for many westerners here, and the neighborhood was quiet. And did I mention it was free? Paid for by my academy.
Most days it’s just a regular job, a regular place to live. Except most conversations sail over my head and I never turn on my TV because I can’t stand most Korean TV shows, even if I can understand them. My Korean ability is intermediate, at best. I can have halting conversations and my grammar is passable some of the time.
At about ten o’clock that evening, with dinner consumed and with some deep relaxation setting in, my phone buzzed. It was a Kakao notification. Kakao is a messenger service that almost all Koreans start using from birth. It was from Sumin. I don’t normally give my number to students but for older ones who take more complex classes, I will sometimes make an exception. Sumin was one of those. Normally the chat was reserved to double checking lessons or canceling and rescheduling.
Sumin: Teacher what are you doing? k k k k
(Koreans use a letter in their language that corresponds to an English K sound. It has the same meaning as ‘lol’ or ‘hahaha’.)
Me: Hey. I’m at home watching youtube. Did you have trouble with the homework?
Sumin: No I finish already. But now I’m very boring so I am watching a movie.
Me: Is your mom home?
Sumin: No she is eating dinner with coworkers. Maybe she will be home late.
Me: Oh, okay.
Sumin: Teacher…
Sumin: I’m watching Netflix k k k k
And then she sent a photo. In it I could see her television, a huge 72-inch OLED beast of a tv mounted to her living room wall. She was laying on the recliner section of her couch and she had included her legs in the photo. Her very bare legs, which were very visible up to her upper thighs. Thighs that looked very long thanks to the camera angle and lithe. Oh my.
I was so caught up in those legs that it took me a moment to notice what was frozen on the television. It was the sex scene of some movie. It was out of focus since she had focused the camera on her legs, but in it a woman looked to be in the middle of raising herself up over a man she was clearly riding. She was topless and fully on display.
Me: I don’t think you’re old enough to watch that movie.
Sumin: k k k k k k k k k (blushing emoji)
Sumin: Teacher, this movie very sexy.
I let that hang for a minute. This was really happening. The conversation from earlier came back to my mind. Her tight t-shirt came back to my mind. And her legs came back to my mind. So smooth and…
Sumin: will you say to my mom??? ㅠㅠ (scared face)
I thought about that for a moment. I wasn’t a prude and it was none of my business what she watched on TV. And it was only netflix, so it’s not like it was hardcore stuff. And I’d certainly seen much worse by the time I was her age.
Me: No, I won’t.
Sumin: (smiley face) (smiley face) Thank you teacher!! You are best teacher! k k k k k k k k k
I paused for several moments. She was flirting with me. It was obvious now. The questions, the legs, the frozen scene on the tv screen. And what should I do about it? I knew that line was very close, that line that teachers aren’t supposed to cross. Thoughts ran through my mind of Korean prison, or of losing my visa and getting deported. But then, In the back of my mind, a dirty thought whispered, “The age of consent is different here…” So… not illegal. Definitely not ethical, but not illegal. This went around in my head for several seconds until I sent a response.
Me: (smiley face) (thumbs up)
Sumin: Goodnight teacher!!!! (happy face) (happy face) (kissing face) k k k k k k k k k
And she sent me another photo. This one a close up of her face lit only by the light from the television, her eyes gleaming and some of her long hair coming down across her face. It was supposed to look casual but she was a savvy Instagram veteran and she could make those “casual” poses in an instant. She knew just how to tilt her face, just how to arrange her hair and where to direct her eyes. She had her thumb and forefinger up against her smiling cheak in the shape of a little heart.
Me: Goodnight.
Oh boy.
Chapter 3: Driven to Distraction
The messages throughout the week both excited and terrified me. She’d message me, usually late at night. And there was always a photo. Sometimes it was of her laying in bed with bra straps clearly visible. Or the top of her bra. Sometimes it was a bathroom mirror shot with her wearing a long t-shirt and no shorts or pants, with the shirt just long enough to cover her panties.
During all of this I was still trying to go about my regular job. I worked afternoon to evening at my academy. I’d show up at about 1:30, prepare for my classes, then teach until 8:30 or so. It’s safe to say that I was not bringing my A game to my classes that week. There was a constant running dialogue about if I was really going to do this. I was running the cost benefit analysis of taking advantage of the situation or putting a stop to it and quitting the class. I would reply politely to her messages, sometimes giving her a smile or a ㅋㅋㅋ in return, but I made no attempts to stop her or get her to abandoned her course of action. I didn’t comment on the blatant sexual nature of her pictures. Part of me hoped that if I ignored what she was doing, she would stop. The other part of me didn’t want her to stop. And that part was winning. By Wednesday I had given up any pretense that I was going to try and curb this behavior. And Sumin, not getting any sign that I didn’t like what she was doing, kept raising the stakes. I had to admire her boldness.
Sumin: Teacher send me picture of you
Me: I’m in bed. k k k k
Sumin: k k k k k k k k k it’s okay…
I snapped a head shot since I really was in bed and sent that to her.
Sumin: Teacher’s eyes are so pretty. Do many American guys have blue eyes?
Me: Some.
Sumin: Teacher it’s only your face picture. I want see your body too. k k k k k k k k k
Me: I’m in bed. I don’t have any clothes on… k k k k k k k k k
Sumin: (shocked face)(shocked face)(heart eyes) that’s okay k k k k k k k k k
I stared at the screen, my cock hardening and forming a literal tent in my blanket.
Me: Goodnight Sumin…. k k k k k (smiley face)
I’ve always found a certain amount of aggressiveness attractive in a woman. A woman (and in this case, a young woman) who is not shy about expressing what she wants in bed. Where and how Sumin discovered this about herself, I never thought to ask, but the more she tried to seduce me, the more I wanted her.
I did my best to focus on my work but her messages were always in the back of my mind. I found myself opening up the messenger app constantly during the day reading over our conversations and looking at the photos.
The one she sent on Friday, the day before our next class, was a shot of her standing in front of the full-length mirror in her room. The camera was focused on her face, showing a lot of her hair and she asked me if I liked her new hairstyle. But the camera was angled in such a way the mirror clearly showed she was only wearing a bra and panties and you could see everything in the reflection. She had on a black bra and matching panties that hugged her ass exquisitely. Korean women aren’t known for having those plump asses like girls back home but what they have they know how to accentuate.
I was in trouble.
Chapter 4: Confessions
By Saturday, I’d worked myself up into a near constant state of arousal. Just her and me, alone in her house. My mind raced with the possibilities. As I entered her building, using the passcode Sumin’s mother had provided to allow me entrance, I was filled with dread and excitement and my cock was once again hard in my pants. As I got in the elevator and pulled out my headphones, I tried holding my breath. This is a trick I’ve often used to get the blood out of my dick when it decides to stiffen at inopportune moments. I hold a breath for a minute or so, letting my body run low on oxygen, and then repeat as needed. It generally works and by the third breath my body has decided it needs the blood in my dick for other things and I don’t have to deal with the tent in the front of my pants. Which is good because I wasn’t alone in the elevator. There was a little old Korean woman on her way up after walking her little Rocky(D). I gave a polite greeting and then avoided her gaze as she looked me up and down and her rat Rocky(D) sniffed my feet. Koreans are not at all shy about staring. She got off on the 18th floor and I continued up to 23. I exited the elevator, heart pounding, and approached the door.
The bell sounded its sing-song rhythm and from the other side of the door I heard the pounding feet. Sumin opened the door in a rush and I had to remember to breathe for a second. Her hair was up in a ponytail exposing a long slender neck and she was wearing a thin white top with no bra. Her nipples were poking out firmly through the fabric. The bottom of the shirt barely went to her waist exposing a taught pale-copper midriff and navel, and slightly flaring hips. And her tiny pink shorts were only shorts in the technical sense. They covered only the bare minimum to be qualified as an article of clothing. I couldn’t be sure she was wearing panties but if she bent over a little in front of me I knew I would find out.
“Hi, teacher!” She smiled at me and I knew that she knew the effect her clothes were having on me. I could hold my breath until I passed out and I think my dick would have stayed hard.
I should leave, I told myself. I should tell her this was unacceptable. I should tell her to put a jacket on because her house was clearly freezing. I should have done a lot of things other than what I did.
“Hey,” I managed to get out. “You look nice.” I looked her up and down and I let her see me look. In for a penny, in for a pound, after all. My gaze stayed on her nipples for a few seconds and she blushed. Blushed but didn’t try to cover up.
“Come in,” she said. So I did. I took off my shoes in the entrance and followed her around the corner and back into the family study. Her book and papers were on the table with the obligatory pencil case next to them. At the end of the desk was a small white bag of the kind you get at make up shops or clothing retailers. It was a thick white paper rectangle with a black border and black cord handles that were draped over one side.
As I sat in my usual spot and her across from me, I couldn’t take my eyes off the swell of her breasts. They were a little small by American standards, but most Korean women have smaller chests. At least until they pay for breast augmentation surgery. And while Sumin had had her eyes and nose done, she hadn’t gotten her breasts done. No doubt it was on the list for some future date, but not too many high school girls were getting boob jobs.
Her breasts were a small B cup but her little tank top looked about two sizes too small and you could see every curve. Her nipples protruded about a half centimeter and it was hard not to reach out and touch them. Again she saw me looking and she let me, and we both smiled at each other. How far was this going to go, I asked myself as I subtly tried to rearrange my dick in my pants. It was so hard I ached.
“So…” I began. “How was your week?” A standard opener.
“Gooood,” she said, drawing the word out. “I watched a lot Netflix.”
“More movies like the one from last Saturday?” I tried to ask, casually. My bag sat at my feet, unopened and I let it stay that way. I had a feeling we weren’t going to be using the course books much today.
“Some. But I don’t find many movies like that. And when mom come home I can’t watch it.”
“No,” I chuckled. “Probably not. You could watch on your phone, though.”
“My phone is the other movie. I watch in my room.” she said in a conspiratorial tone. Sumin leaned forward in her chair, coming in closer. The smell of her lotion and body wash was strong and I traced a line with my eyes from her left ear, down her long smooth neck to her collarbone and then to the thin strap of her top. She was trying to be confident but I could see her trembling. Not that I wasn’t trembling, too. I was. I think we were both seeing how far we would push this envelope and who would break first. I had more than a decade of experience on her, though. No matter what sort of fumbling around she might have done with some high school boys and I knew that, if it came down to it, I could wait her out. If I wanted to. But damn, was it difficult.
We both knew what she was doing, and I had a good idea of what she wanted. And I was pretty sure I was going to acquiesce. We had the house to ourselves and her mother wouldn’t be home until at least 9:00. Her father hadn’t been around in more than a year and she only saw him on major holidays. He didn’t even live in the city.
I leaned in, too. “What movies?”
She tried to be cool but I could see the flush come over her chest thanks to the low cut of her tank top, and her nipples hadn’t softened for an instant. “I show you,” she said, and the tremble was evident in her voice. She picked up her phone, fingers fumbling a little, and opened it. Then after a few taps and a little typing, she flipped it on the side and placed it on the table between us.
On the screen a video began to play. It was clearly taken with a cell phone and showed a twenty-something naked Asian woman laying on a bed that was recognizable as something you’d see in one of Korea’s many many “love hotels”. Places that you paid by the hour for and were frequented by young and old couples alike for quick hook-ups away from prying eyes. She was looking at the camera and smiling, and the man was saying something to her that was a little hard for me to make out. They were speaking Korean, though, that much was obvious. She nodded her head, grinning, and he panned the camera down so we could see him slide his fingers through her impressively hairy pussy before pushing inside her. Not many Korean girls shave or wax. It’s a newer trend and has been slow to catch on. She let out a whimper as he began to finger her. I glanced up at Sumin to see her watching the video intently. She was squirming in the chair a little and I could imagine her squeezing her gorgeous thighs together.
The guy fingered her for a minute or so, then mumbled something else in Korean. The camera jumped several times and then settled on a shot of him on his back with the girl moving between his legs. The girl pushed aside his ample pubic hair (manscaping isn’t really a thing for guys here, either) and pulled out his rather small dick, which she took in two fingers and started sucking into her mouth, trying to get him hard.
Leaning back in my chair, I asked “Do you like that video?”
“I want try that.” she said, a little breathlessly. She tapped the phone to stop playback. Her eyes met mine and she looked at me with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
“Did you do anything like that before?” I probed.
“I had boyfriend. He did hand to me but I not do mouth to him.” Her posture was still tense, she was afraid to talk about these things. I could read in her expression and body language that she expected a reprimand, either for admitting to her make-out sessions with her boyfriend, for the video, or both.
“Buuuut… you want to use your mouth?”
Sumin glanced down towards my crotch and then back up to me and nodded. “I want try that, too.”
“How did it feel when your boyfriend used his hand?”
“A little hurt,” she admitted, “but a little good.”
I could only imagine the haphazard pawing she would have received from her ex-boyfriend. Can’t blame him, really, we all start somewhere. She’d mentioned him before in passing and I knew that they had broken up about a month before we started taking a class. He smoked and apparently was always trying to get her to smoke with him. It had never been very serious.
“Sumin,” I began, cautiously. “Do you want to do those things with me?”
There was a long pause, then in a cautious voice, she said, “네.” Yes. Her confidence was mostly gone now and she very much looked like the teenager she was. A teenager that was trying very hard to be a grown woman but who didn’t really know how.
“Why do you want to do that with me?” I pressed.
She fidgeted a little bit and I could see her trying to sort out her answer, working out how to get her thoughts from Korean to English. After a moment or so she answered.
“You are handsome guy and I think American guy more… soft? than Korean guy.” I think she meant gentle. “Korean guy manner 없어요.” Korean guys have no manners. “I think teacher is gentleman and have manners and know about…. And know about sex well. Korean guy not know about sex well. I read many blog on Naver and Korean women say their boyfriend finish very fast, like rabbit and not care if she feel good. And other girls say foreign guy more better at sex and have bigger…” She trailed off. “고추” Literally translated, 고추 meant pepper, a Korean variety of spicy pepper not all that dissimilar from a jalapeno, but a little longer and thinner. But it was also slang for penis.
So she thought foreign guys have bigger dicks. Which might be true on the average, I guess. I wasn’t going to be starring in any pornos, that’s for sure. So if she was expecting some sort of monster hog, I was going to have to disappoint her. I know a lot of Korean guys–and asian guys in general–labored under stereotypes back in the States about not being manly enough, or of having little dicks but there are plenty of white guys, and black guys who have micro dicks, so I figured guys who tried to one-up Asian dudes on dick size were just looking for some way to feel superior. But the sentiment existed here, as well, probably because of Western media and, maybe even worse, Western porno.
This also wasn’t the first time I’d heard about some Korean guys finishing well before their partners. They even had a name for it. They called it rabbit sex. The guys piston like mad for a minute or so, then cum and call it a day. My ex had told me about a friend of hers who was married and said her husband’s dick was so small she couldn’t even feel it when they had sex. He did his rabbit humping, came, and that was it. Somehow he managed to get her pregnant, the poor girl.
On another occasion I’d gone out drinking with a Korean friend and the mother of one of my private students, a woman in her late 40s, but still very attractive. She confessed that she had a boyfriend on the side, a young Korean guy who lived in a neighboring city, who had an excellent body. She bragged about how many times he could get it up. The timing seemed off as she relayed the story and after a couple more questions she admitted that yeah, he cums in like two minutes, but then he’s ready to go again a few minutes later. And in her mind, that was good sex. And the longer you live in Korea the more stories you hear like this from unsatisfied girlfriends and housewives. So I had no doubt that the internet was filled with the complaints of disgruntled women.
I smiled at her, trying to put her at ease a little. “I like to think I’m a gentleman but if I was I wouldn’t do the things in the video with you. You’re much younger than me. You’re still a high school student. I’m almost thirty.”
“High school girl can do sex!” she insisted. “At my school some girl talk about that.”
“But was it with someone almost thirty or another high school boy?”
She paused again and fidgeted, twisting her fingers into little knots. “I think boy at school. She say he very fast and not soft.” Again, I interpreted that as gentle. “Then later he not talk to her.”
“Sounds like an asshole.” She cocked her head, not understanding the word. I gave a rough translation in Korean..
“Right! She exclaimed. “Teacher, do you do like that to girl?”
“No,” I said. “I never did like that to a girl. But he was just a high school boy. They don’t always know how to be good boyfriends and they aren’t good at sex. They might think they are, but they aren’t. I wasn’t any good when I was seventeen, either.” I could get hard at the drop of a hat, though. Ah, to be seventeen again.
“So, I want to sex with you!” she exclaimed, a little of the excitement coming back into her voice. The longer the conversation went on, the more reassured she became that this was not going to end up with me reprimanding her or telling her mother. She was regaining a little of her former assertiveness.
“Sumin… If we do this and you tell anyone, I could get in very big trouble. I could lose my job, I could have to leave the country. Go back home. Do you understand?
She nodded. “Yes. Understand. My privacy. Secret.” She held out her hand and offered to link my pinkie finger with hers, which is the way Koreans will sometimes make promises. You link pinkies, then curl your index finger up, knuckles touching, and wrap it around theirs. I looked at her face–her beautiful, teenage face, and reached up my hand to link my fingers with hers. Let’s do this.
“What’s in the bag?” I asked her, after our fingers came apart and she looked into my eyes with an excited smile.
“Oh, right!” she exclaimed and a nervous smile split her face. Oh, right! “I will show you. I go shopping today.” She reached for the bag, then got up grinning. “Just minute please.” And walked out of the room. I heard her bare feet slapping the wood floor and her bedroom door close.
Oh boy.
Chapter 5: Class Time
I grabbed my water bottle out from the side pocket of my bag and drank greedily, wishing it was a shot of Jagermeister. My hand was shaking. There was no going back if I did this. And who was I kidding, I was going to do this. “Isn’t that why you canceled your 2:30 class so you could shower before coming over, and stuck a condom in your pocket?” I asked myself.
From behind me I heard a click and Sumin’s voice called down the hall. “Teacher, come my room, please.” This was it.
There was no room for guilt, I had committed to having sex with Sumin and, decision made, didn’t second guess myself now. I’d run through all the scenarios over the last several days and knew that legally at least, I was safe. I don’t think that would stop me from getting kicked out of the country if this ever came out, no school would hire me again, but I wouldn’t be arrested and tossed in jail.
I got up, not really caring about the tent in my pants anymore, and walked across the foyer and to her bedroom door. She had it cracked open and her head was poking around, her body shielded from view. “I bought for you,” she said shyly. And she opened the door wide. I gaped at her. She’d taken off her t-shirt and shorts and was wearing a set of matching purple lingerie. Her breasts were held snugly in the sheer lace fabric with a swirling design that moved all around the breast but left the nipples exposed. The pattern was matched on the panties, the swirls moving outward from the dark patch visible through the mesh.
She looked up at me, her cheeks a deep crimson, but with a cute little smile on her face as she watched my reaction. “Is it sexy?”
“Sumin, this is very sexy. Did the sales woman ask you how old you were when you bought it?”
“No!” she said, excitedly. “She didn’t care.” And she giggled. “My mom has one like this too, so I bought similar one.” That gave me pause. Sumin’s mom was like her, just twenty-something years older. She was in her forties, but still a looker.
Focusing back on the incredibly beautiful girl in front of me, I stepped in close to her, breathing her in, and her eyes widened a little bit as she craned her neck up to see my face. She was maybe 5’ 4” and I was 6’ 1”. Petite was an understatement when we were next to each other. Her body was waifish with small bones. I placed my hands on her shoulders and caressed her arms. I could feel the tremble in her skin but she leaned into me instead of pulling away. I slid my arms around her tiny waist and pulled her to my chest. She put her arms around me and I leaned down, kissing softly as I squeezed her ass. She moaned and let out an explosive breath from her nostrils. Our tongues met and it was clumsy, I’m not going to lie. First kisses usually are. But after a few seconds of experimenting we found a kind of rhythm and I pressed my erection into her stomach as things heated up. I could taste her flavored lip gloss and the minty freshness of her mouth. The smell of all that bare skin filled my nostrils and the eroticism of the moment overwhelmed me. I pulled her hard against me, grinding us together. She whimpered in pleasure and her fingers dug into my back.
I broke away and we were both breathing hard. “Do you want me to teach you?” I asked her, trying to catch my breath. My hands were still on her ass and I started to slip them beneath the waistline, massaging her smooth flesh.
“Yes,” she breathed out, her head resting against me.
“Do you promise to study hard,” I whispered into her ear.
“Yes, teacher.” she replied breathily.
“If you don’t like something, you can tell me. Okay?”
“Yes,” and she nodded her head.
I pulled her back and looked her in the eyes. “You can always say stop, at any time. Do you understand?” My voice was serious.
She nodded her understanding, getting the sense that I meant it. I wanted her to feel safe with me, to trust me and I wanted her to know that she could end this at any time. Pervert I might be, but I’m not a rapist. And this being her first time, it was doubly important. If this was going to be her first time, I wanted it to be something she looked back on fondly, not something terrible and frightening.
I held her gaze a moment until I was sure she’d internalized what I said, then I placed my hands underneath the back of her thighs and lifted her effortlessly off the ground, letting her legs swing around me. She squealed and giggled, throwing her arms around my head as I began to kiss down her neck and her chest. I’d be surprised if she weighed 100lbs soaking wet and I was in decent shape. Her head was against my neck and I could feel her breath tickling my shoulder. She kissed the skin there lightly and I moved my hands closer to her pussy, squeezing gently as I walked her over to the bed.
First setting her down, then laying her back I kissed her again, after which I began to make my way down her chest, kissing around the bra and circling my nose around her nipples letting the fabric scratch my nose. She ran her hands through my hair and breathed deep. I continued down her taut stomach and buried my face between her thighs, and inhaled. She was already damp and the heat and deliciously musky smell was emanating off of her. I kissed her thighs alternating between nibbles and licks, and she started to squirm. She giggled occasionally as my stubble tickled her, but she was pressing her hips into my face as I went.
“How does it feel?”
“It’s good, I really like it, teacher!” she exclaimed.
“Turn over.” I guided her on to her stomach and took a moment to admire her backside. A lot of Korean women have flat asses and Sumin wasn’t much different. She was very slim which didn’t leave much extra fat to form a nice curve, but there was enough to appreciate it.
I leaned over and unsnapped her bra to allow my hands to roam freely. “You’re very sexy, Sumin,” I told her.
She groaned as my hands moved over her.. “Thank you, teacher.” And she wiggled her butt at me. I gave it a light smack and she squeaked.
I leaned over and began to kiss my way down her back until I got to her panties, then I began to pull them down over the small curve of her teenage ass. She tensed every so slightly as they began to move down, but after a slight hesitation, she arched her hips and I slid them down. Her legs spread back open and I could see her pussy, thoroughly damp, and her little puckered asshole. It was beautiful. I began to massage her ass and kiss the backs of her thighs.
“Do you trust me?” I asked in a low voice.
“Mmm… Yes, teacher.” Her voice was slightly muffled as she was breathing into the blanket. She writhed under my touch.
“Do you promise to be a good student?” I massaged deeper, pulling her ass cheeks apart and exposing the dark circle of flesh.
“Yes, teacher. Hearing her say it in Korean, her voice thick with desire, sent a shiver down my spine.
I leaned in closer, letting her feel my warm breath tickle her asshole, then I flicked out my tongue working it in circles as she bucked and cried out in surprise.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, losing all grasp on English. I held her tight until the shock wore off and then pulled her tiny waist tight against my face, flicking my tongue faster. She moaned and began to push into my tongue, rocking her hips up and down as she gasped into the mattress. “Good, good!” she whimpered in Korean.
After a minute or so, I began to move my mouth lower, probing gently until I found her opening, now soaking wet. She gasped again and shuddered, her hips beginning to buck erratically. Her hand shot back and fumbled at my head, pulling me in harder as she panted. I began to feel this primal urge to take her, possess her, make her mine. I growled as I jammed my tongue as deep as it would go, pulling her back hard into my face, both of us slick with her juices.
It didn’t take long for her to orgasm. Her legs began to tremble and she started to gasp. I held her tight against my face as her body started to writhe, keeping my tongue as deep into her moist pusy as I could. With one last cry of pleasure, she went limp. Slowly, I pulled back, kissing her asscheeks gently, letting her catch her breath. I could feel her juices getting cool on my cheek but I didn’t care. She tasted amazing.
Sumin rolled over after a moment, her eyes glazed and with a lusty smile on her face.
“Teacher… So good. Oh my god.” and she let out a big breath. I crawled up onto the bed and lay down beside her and brought her in for a kiss. She pulled back a little, seeing the dampness on my face, but I reminded her. “You said you were going to study hard.”
“Teacher… “ she hesitated, trying to find the words. “Isn’t it dirty? She’d reverted to Korean, not sure how to say it in English.
“Not to me. But why don’t you try first before you decide. Then if you don’t like it then you don’t have to do it.”
“Okay”.
I pulled her into a kiss and let her taste herself. She was very hesitant at first, but after a couple of seconds and the realization that it didn’t taste bad at all, didn’t even smell, really, she got into it.
Breaking the kiss I took her hand and guided it to my crotch. “Are you ready for more?”
She nodded and looked down at where her hand was rubbing the front of my jeans. “Yes, teacher.”
I stood up and beckoned her to do the same. I had her kneel down in front of me and her eyes were wide as she stared up. I towered over her. “Take off my pants,” I commanded. A hesitant smile crossed her lips.
“Yes, teacher.” Her voice had taking on a seductive, playful tone.
She fumbled at my belt and slowly unbuttoned it, unzipping it slowly and letting them fall loose around my thighs. My cock pressed hard against my boxers, a dark patch already visible. I kicked off the pants and indicated to do the same with my boxers. She slowly brought her hands up and hooked her fingers through the waistband and started to pull them down over the bulge of my cock. I groaned when it popped free and she jumped a little as well. It’d been hard for a long time and it felt great to let it out. She gasped when she saw that I was almost completely shaved. If she’d stuck to Korean porn videos like the one she showed me, she likely wouldn’t have seen many guys like that. And I know I was bigger than her ex-boyfriend. Probably by at least two inches.
“Teacher… there’s no hair!” she said with surprise. “And… big!” I didn’t bother to correct her that I’m only average. I was enjoying the compliment too much.
My dick was standing out straight as an arrow slightly above her eye level and she moved her head around examining it. “Yeah,” I told her. I don’t like the hair so I shave it off.”
“Amazing! It’s so clean[/i]! I didn’t mind her lapse back into Korean. It can be hard to speak in a foreign language when you’re excited or stressed.
“You said you wanted to try mouth, right?”
“Yes, teacher.” She answered quickly, but now she looked uncertain, perhaps not knowing how to begin.
I asked for her hand, then placed it around my cock. Her skin was soft, and my cock looked huge with her small fingers gripping the base. She squeezed it experimentally, feeling the tender firmness. “Wah!” she said.
I’m not a huge guy or anything but it works out well because Korean women tend to be a little on the smaller, petite side of the spectrum and Sumin was no exception. We began and I guided her hand up and down, giving her a feel for the movements required, and after a few moments, she took over. “Put your other hand here,” I instructured. And pointed to my balls. “Not too hard. Be careful.”
“Yes, teacher.” She grinned up at me as her hand continued to work up and down my shaft, gaining a little confidence while her left hand started to gently squeeze my balls. She had a look of fascination on her face, occasionally pushing my cock up and examining the underside, or stopping to cup my balls fully in the palm of her hand, almost like she was judging fruit at a market. Precum had been running in a near constant stream and my cock quickly became slick with it. I was so excited that I was already close to cumming and I wanted to get her mouth around my cock before that happened.
“Are you ready for mouth?” I asked her, my voice growing tight. My legs were shaking, which often happened when I was very aroused.
“Yes,” she answered enthusiastically. “[/i]But[/i]… The taste is bad?” I chuckled a little.
“I took a shower before I came over,” I said. “I think it will be okay. Try with your tongue first.”
“Okay” She scooted forward slightly and started to draw her face closer. She was almost angelic in her beauty. Her dark brown eyes focused on the head of my cock, her hair still up in the ponytail. I had an excellent view looking down at her chest, moving up and down as she got ready for her first blow job. Part of me wanted to grab her by the back of her head and ram my cock down her throat, but that was just the lust talking. I spoke encouraging words to her and saw her look of firm resolution.
Her tongue emerged and she hesitantly ran it over the tip. She collected a little of the precum and pulled her tongue back in, tasting it. I saw her mulling it over as her hand slowly worked it’s way up and down my shaft.
“Little salty,” she said, after a moment.
“Is it okay?” I asked her, this time speaking Korean, myself.
“ Yeah, it’s okay.” she replied, looking up at me and running her tongue over her lips. Yeah, it’s okay.
“When I cum, a lot more will come out.” I cautioned her.
“I see that!” she said, looking up at me with an almost eager smile. “In video. What I should do?” Her hand had stopped and she gripped my cock, the head a dark red as it throbbed. I was so close.
“It can go in your mouth,” I told her, “or anywhere you want.”
She moistened her lips again, thinking. “What do you like?”
“Hmmm…,” I pondered. “I want it on your pretty face.”
“My face?!? Really? She looked uncertain but then nodded. “It’s okay.”
“I’ll tell you when.”
Decision made, she resumed stroking and moved in close. Then, closing her eyes, took the head of my cock into her mouth. I’d like to say it was bliss, that she was a natural born cock sucker, that it was ecstasy, but this was her first time, of course it wasn’t that. And that was okay.
At first it was just the warm feeling of her mouth as she didn’t know how to apply suction and move her tongue around. She moved her head back and forth and her teeth scraped several times which pushed off my orgasm enough that I wasn’t in immediate danger of cumming, but I had to stop her and give her some tips, otherwise I would lose my erection entirely.
“Give me your finger,” I told her as I guided her mouth gently away from my dick.. She reached up and I demonstrated on her finger how she should work her mouth and tongue and about being careful with her teeth. “Ah,” she exclaimed, “I got it.”
She set back to work and it was actually a big improvement. Only the occasional scrape from her teeth and after a few experimentations, she started pushing herself deeper on my cock, moving inexpertly, but enthusiastically. It didn’t take long to hit her gag reflex, though and she backed off, coughing. I was very close now and didn’t want her to stop.
“Keep stroking,” I gasped, grabbing her hand and helping her in the movements. “I’m going to cum!” I reached back and grabbed the back of her head as she pumped her fist up and down my cock and felt that delicious tightness work its way up from my balls to explode out of the head of my cock. I held her as the first rope arced through the air and landed in a line across her forehead and along the corner of her left eye, ending at her cheek. She clamped her eyes shut and squealed, then began a sort of gasping laughter as I continued to shoot rope after sticky rope of cum across her forehead, nose, cheeks and eyes. It felt like my soul was coming out of my balls. She had a lot to learn about giving blow jobs but I hadn’t been this turned on in a very long time.
Sumin had one hand next to her head, fingers outstretched in a kind of half ‘oh my god’ pose and the other hand still working my dick as I cried out, my body seizing up. For a few seconds I thought I was going to fall over. Luckily I was close enough to one of her bedroom walls that I could reach out and brace myself. This was an orgasm a week in the making and it was totally worth it.
As I came back to my senses, I looked down at the elfin girl at my feet. Both of her eyes were glazed shut and it dripped down her cheeks and chin onto her chest. She was still laughing and gasping through cum-coated lips.
“Teacher, so much! What should I do?” And she laughed again. “Oh my god!” Because of her accent it sounded like oh my got.
I couldn’t help it. I laughed a little.
“Yah!” she exclaimed, which is a Korean version of ‘hey!’, before she started laughing, herself. “Help me!”
“You look very sexy right now, sweetie.” I tried to reassure her. And she did, at least to me. I had the irrational urge to cum all over that tiny little teenage body. Just thinking about it made my still hard dick throb.
“Really?” She licked her lips, cleaning some of the cum off and actually swallowed it. That was promising. “I saw in video before but it’s so much! Teacher, tissue please. I can’t see.” She squealed a little again as she felt the thickness of it around her eyes and felt drops still landing on her pert little breasts.
I chuckled and staggered over on shaky legs to her night stand where she had a box of tissues. Grabbing several, I walked back over and helped her clean up. I pulled her up to her feet and we went over to the bed, where I finished undressing, and we collapsed in a heap. I pulled her naked body close to me and kissed her softly and she purred, pressing her body hard against mine, grinding her warm pussy into my leg.
“Teacher,” she said languidly, “Mouth is very fun. A little hurt though.” She stretched her mouth a little and indicated her jaw muscles.”
I concurred, still a little out of breath. “It is. Do your jaws hurt?
She nodded. “A little.”
“You have to practice more,” I told her with a big grin. “Was it okay on your face?”
“Um… little strange but okay, I think. But I can practice more,” she said with determination. Then she kissed me hard. I reciprocated, running my hand down her back and squeezing her ass.
Her hand snaked down between our bodies and found my cock, still half erect, and she squeezed, experimentally, feeling it begin to thicken in her fingers.
“Teacher,” she whispered as we pulled apart and her lips found my neck and nibbled, “Will we study more today?”
I rolled her over, placing myself on top of her and let my now-hard cock land on soft hair between her legs.
“Yes, we will,” I said smiling and she grinned back at me wickedly.
I was propped up on my arms, Sumin nude beneath me in all her teenage glory. Her hair was still damp in places where, just a few minutes before, my cum had splattered her after she received her reward for her first blow job. It had been a fumbling thing on her part since it was her first time, but I had no doubt she would apply herself to the study of oral sex with thet same enthusiasm she applied to most of her other subjects. Her hand reached down, stroking my erection that had never gone fully soft, even after the earth-shattering orgasm she had given me.
Will we study more, she had just asked.
“This is your first time, right?” I asked her, softly.
Her eyes were staring wide up at me as she nodded. “Yes, teacher. My boyfriend wanted to do this but I said no to him.”
“Okay,” I said. “It’s probably going to hurt a little. Maybe a lot. I’ll get you ready and I’ll go very slow and I want you to tell me to stop if it hurts too much, okay?”
She looked a little nervous but said, “I know. I read about that.”
“Okay,” I said. “Just remember that you can stop anytime you want to.”
“Yes,” she said.
I began to move down her body, spending a few moments licking and kissing her breasts as she vocalized her pleasure softly. I would often moan in response, or make similar sounds of pleasure as I explored her with my mouth. Her hands came up again, running her fingers through my hair, as I slid further down. I wanted her very wet when we began.
Arriving between her thighs I kissed the top of her mons and ran my nose through her soft pubic hair, then kissed the crease of her legs inside each thigh, drawing out the moment. Moving my hands down in front I spread her pussy slightly, finding her clit full and inviting. I licked the outer lips and felt her shudder, then gradually sent my tongue up, trying to taste every millimeter of her teenage pussy. It was exquisite. It didn’t have a taste exactly, but being able to drink her in was so incredibly arousing that it was almost a taste on its own.
I had better access to all her sensitive bits than when I had licked her from behind and I took full advantage. I asked her a few questions as I went along, getting a better sense for how she liked it and she supplied me with a jumbled bit of instructions in English and Korean as her body was filled with all the new sensations that she was trying to sort out.
When she was moaning under my ministrations I reached up one hand and stuck two fingers in her mouth, which she sucked on greedily. She was so in the moment she actually bit me, earning a little grunt and an “ouch” as I pulled my hand back, grinning to myself. With my tongue making circles around her clit I gently inserted one finger into her tight hole. This got an immediate reaction as she gasped and started saying over and over, “yes, teacher! Yes, teacher!” I never thought the word ‘teacher’ could sound so sexy but hearing it in that moment gave it a whole new meaning.
My finger moved in a steady rhythm and she wasn’t experiencing any discomfort, so I slid in the second one. It was tight but it slid in smoothly. “[/i]Faster[/i] teacher! Faster!” she exclaimed. I started to move my two fingers in and out of her at a faster pace and then placed my lips around her clit and sucked gently, pulling her clit into my mouth and working it over with my tongue.
Sumin went off like a bomb. Her cry was so loud I worried briefly about the neighbors hearing. I’ve had mixed success with sucking on a girl’s clit in the past, some girls loved it, others didn’t. Sumin was obviously in the first column. As her orgasm moved through her she lost her ability to speak English entirely.
“Teacher, How…? I feel like I’m going crazy” She repeated over again.
I pulled back, letting her recover, and grinned as I watched her chest and her small breasts heave. I kissed her trembling thighs and that crease between her legs as her breathing settled. “Teacher, how do you know how to do that? It’s amazing”
“Just practice,” I told her. “And listening.”
“Amazing!” she repeated and laughed.
I got up and retrieved the condom from my pants pocket and Sumin watched with interest while I put it on. No accidental kids for this teacher, and I didn’t have any idea if she was on birth control. Seeing how the latex pulled tight around my cock, she asked, “Does it hurt?” Moving myself back to the bed and between her legs, I replied, “No, it’s fine. Korean condoms are a little too small so I buy these from the US. Korean condoms can sometimes hurt. They’re too tight.” Which was not a brag. I might be average as far as Westerners are concerned but in Korea I’m above average. Before I started shipping them in from the States, Korean condoms were a mixed bag. Either they were too tight, too short, or both. I’d tear more of them trying to get them on than I used. Thank the shipping gods for Amazon. And in the last few years Durex started shipping in standard-sized condoms, but they weren’t my preferred brand.
I set myself between her legs and grabbed the base of my cock, sliding it up and down her opening. She purred again, and watched as the head of my cock would emerge through the tangle of her bush and dip back down. She was breathing deeply and every so often she would look up at me. I told her how beautiful she was, how it was going to be okay and to stop if it hurt. She smiled and nodded.
When her hips were moving in rhythm with mine and she was panting, I moved to enter her. She sucked in a breath and bit her lip as I began to spread her opening. My cock looked massive going into her little pussy. “How are you doing?”
“Slowly, teacher,” she commanded, through clenched teeth. I pulled back, then slowly moved forward a millimeter at a time. Her hands came up and grabbed my forearms, squeezing as I continued to ease in a little at a time, then pull back out. This went on for a couple of minutes with a few pauses in between where I would lean down and kiss her gently, kiss her neck or suck on her nipples. She kissed me back hungrily and once she caught her breath and relaxed a little, we started again.
When I gauged that I had about half of my cock in her incredibly tight teenage pussy, I held still for a moment, trying to let her acclimate to the size and the feeling. It was so tight it was a little uncomfortable. I could feel every contraction and spasm as her pussy flexed around my shaft. There was a hint of sweat on her forehead. When I paused she looked up at me, eyes tight with pain, and asked, “Finished?”
I gave a somewhat sympathetic smile. “No, that’s only about half. Do you want more? Are you ready? Or should we stop? We can stop, it’s okay.”
She shook her head, biting her lower lip again. “Just do it, teacher.”
I leaned in close, bracing myself on my elbows, and began to kiss her gently as slid all the way in. A small squeal escaped her throat and she clutched at my back, her manicured nails digging into the flesh above my shoulder blades. “Teacher, oh my god!” she said again and again in a strangled whisper as she pulled tight to me and my cock began a slow withdrawal from the vice-like grip her pussy had around my cock. I hadn’t been with a virgin since high school and either I’d gotten bigger or she really was that tight, because I don’t remember my first girlfriend squeezing me for dear life. “Oh my god, Sumin!” I groaned back into her ear. “Yes, teacher!” she cried back, and bit my shoulder as I began to pick up speed. “Teacher! Teacher!” she cried with an explosive breath every time our bodies pressed together. “Do you like my cock,” I asked, my voice growling.
“Yes!” she grunted back as I began to fuck her harder. I was losing control. “Tell me!” I commanded.
“I like teacher’s cock!” she panted between groans and moans. “More teacher! I want more your cock!” I kissed her again, our mouths coming together hard, each of us pulling the breath from the other one. I sat up to get better leverage and I saw her eyes begin to roll back in her head and her body began to arch up. The only sounds she made now were whimpers, either of ecstasy, pain, or both. Her nubile body was taught with tension, her arms thrown out to the side.. I drove my cock into her again and again and I was very close. Her mouth opened and shuddering gasps began to explode out of her. I bit my tongue trying to stave off my orgasm just a few moments longer to fuck her through her own explosive climax. Her head thrashed and the bedspread was knotted in her hands as her body let loose with a strangled cry and she sagged back down. Almost immediately I pulled myself off of her, and got the condom off in record time. I began stroking my cock furiously as I aimed over her stomach and tits, my cum shooting from the head of my dick like it had wings. “Ahh fuuuuuuck!” was all I could really utter as the contractions caused my own body to jerk. Again and again I spasmed.
Once my muscles began to unclench, I rocked back on my heels and looked down to see Sumin laying there with her head rolled to one side, eyes closed and a look of satiated exhaustion on her face. My cum, while not as copious as before, had sprayed her well enough. It had streaked across her stomach between the small valley of her tits and landed in gobs along her neck and cheek. I’m not even sure she noticed, she was so lost in her own world of sensations. I stood gingerly, my legs barely supporting me, and then kneeled on the bed next to her. I moved my beet-red cock around in some of the cum between her tits and, once it was coated to my satisfaction, I placed it against her lips.
“Open your mouth.” I told her. Almost dreamily, she compiled. Her lips parted and I moved the head of my dick past them. I felt her tongue begin to work, taking the cum and swirling it around in her mouth before sucking hard. “Good girl,” I told her. Her eyes opened and looked right into mine as she nursed the head of my cock. I was still very sensitive and couldn’t handle the sensations long. I jerked, half in pleasure and half in that exquisite post-orgasm pain, as she began to suck more energetically and I had to pull away, gasping and laughing with equal measure. “There’s more on your chest, if you want it.”
Her eyes flashed at me and with a very naughty grin, she said. “Yes, teacher.” And she dutifully began to scoop it up and deposit it a little at a time onto her tongue, before sucking it down. She kept eye contact with me the whole time. God damn, she was sexy. And learning very quickly. I told you she was a good student.
Chapter 2: Homework
We lay close together in her twin-sized bed, our bodies intertwined. She was nuzzled into my neck with her hand stroking through my chest hair, and I was lazily running my fingers up and down the gentle curve of her hips and down her leg.
“Does it hurt,” I asked her softly. I’d gotten a little rough towards the end. I felt bad.
“A little,” she replied. “Maybe a lot. My… pussy?” I nodded at her correct use of the term. “Is a little burn. But it also feels very very good, teacher. Sooo good!” she said, with obvious pleasure. She pulled tighter to me. “I never feel that before. It feel like… bomb!” Her free hand shot up to illustrate her meaning. We laughed together.
“Did you like it, teacher? I think maybe since I don’t know how to do sex well, you are not feel good, too.”
I pulled her face up to mine, and kissed her deeply. “Sumin, that was wonderful. You were wonderful. I’ve got more things to teach you but this was the best first lesson.” I kissed her again and gave her tight ass a squeeze.
“It still hurts but… I want to do it again!” she teased in that cutesy voice Korean girls use sometimes. They call it aegyo. Google it.
“No, that’s enough for today,” I cautioned. “You need to rest. You will probably hurt more tomorrow.”
She pouted a little. “Maybe. Because teacher has such big cock!” she said with a laugh. I dug my fingers into her side a little, tickling her. She thrashed and squealed trying to push away but I held her firm. After a moment, with her panting and giggling, I said “My cock is not that big. Just regular. But I’m glad you had fun.”
“So much fun, teacher! Can we do it again next weekend?”
“Maybe,” I said, drawing the word out slowly. “If you do your homework.” That got the reaction you’d expect from any teenager the world over. No student liked homework.
I told her that her homework was learning how to masturbate.Sex education was a non-starter in Korea and I’d been with more than one Korean girl who had some serious issues about their sexuality. They didn’t even need religion to do it, although there was plenty of that. It was their society’s own inbuilt repression of women. It has been changing but it’s the kind of thing that will happen over generations, not all in one fell swoop. But because of that a lot of women grew up fearful of their own bodies, or thinking their bodies and their desires were dirty.
Sumin looked a little taken aback. “You want me to… Masturbate?” She used the Korean word, which sounds like jah-we.
“I do. I want you to learn what feels good for you. And if you orgasm a lot you’ll have more fun when we do have sex.” I could hear my teacher’s voice coming out. She still seemed reluctant to agree.
“Do American girls do that?
“Many, yes. I do it, too.”
That seemed to make it a little more palatable and she began to look very interested. “Show me!
I laughed. “Not tonight, sweety. We have to finish soon. Our lesson is supposed to end at 5:00 and it’s almost seven.”
She looked over at the clock on her night stand and nodded her agreement. “Then… can you send me video of that? I want to see it.”
“Maaaaybe.” I told her, before kissing her. “But for now, I have to go. And you need to get cleaned up before your mother comes home.”
“Yes, teacher.” And we both reluctantly got out of bed and started cleaning up. I wanted to jump in the shower with her. God, how I wanted that. But I could already see the discomfort she was in as we started moving around, she was likely to be sore for a few days, and I knew better. As long as no one found out, there would be time for that later.
At the doorway we kissed once more. “Thank you, teacher.” She said, softly. I picked her up again, letting her legs wrap around me, and she squealed. I held her for a moment, looking at her gorgeous face and feeling her body warm against mine, then gave her a quick peck on the lips.
“See you next week,” I told her, setting her down. I turned to leave and this time she smacked me on the ass.
I was grinning like an idiot when I got on the elevator. The whole time down my head swam with the memories of Sumin and her glorious body. I marveled at how energetically she’d thrown herself into her new… assignments. I already couldn’t wait for next Saturday’s class.
Chapter 2: The Video
Living and working in a foreign country might sound exotic to the uninitiated, but in reality after the first few months, it’s just like any other place. Nowhere you live can ever really be exciting and routines develop anywhere you stay for too long. Wake, wash, work, eat, sleep. That’s my life most days in Korea, just like any schlub back home, whether you’re working in a high rise office building or stocking shelves at the Piggly Wiggly. But now I had something to break me out of the drudgery.
Don’t get me wrong, I had friends, and there were occasional activities, but because of my work schedule I didn’t socialize in the bars all that often. I worked most Saturdays from late morning until evening so that meant no wild drinking and partying on Friday nights and it was only somewhat appealing on Saturday nights. I was getting old enough that the hangovers after bar hopping weren’t worth the fun I had while out drinking. I had started running cost-benefit analyses about what that drinking would cost me in overall well-being and a day laying in bed with an upset stomach, diarrhea, cottonmouth, and a headache was not something I wanted to do much anymore. But where I lived, there wasn’t a whole lot else to do if you wanted to go out. So two-to-three weekends out of four, I was usually at home. It was different if I was dating, but in the lull between relationships, I was becoming more of a homebody. I had a decent gaming PC and that kept me suitably entertained on those nights when drinking didn’t sound fun.
Sumin altered that pattern significantly. I don’t know if it was the somewhat taboo nature of our relationship, her age, or what, but it felt electric. I’ve had attractive students before, some high school, some college, and even some older women, but beyond the random thought, I’d never really spent much time thinking about it. I’d certainly never pursued a relationship with a student before. So this was new territory. But it felt so god-damned good. I’ve never had this kind of charge from a new relationship.
After I got home and showered, I found messages already waiting on Kakao.
Sumin: Teacher… OMG! I still thinking about you. I want again in bed with you. (heart eyes)(heart eyes)(crying)
Me: I’m still thinking about you, too.
Only wearing a towel, I snapped a quick picture of my cock pushing out the front of the fabric and sent it to her.
Sumin: (heart eyes)(heart eyes) I want that! I want in my mouth! k k k k k k
Me: I want it in your mouth, too. (evil grin)(kissing face)
She sent me a picture this time. She was in the bathroom and the mirror was still foggy from her recent shower. She had her camera up in one hand and her other arm covering her breasts. I could just make out the top of her bush peeking out above the rim of the bathroom counter top.
Me: I want to taste your pussy again. k k k k k
Sumin: (heart eyes) Is it yummy?
Me: Very.
Sumin: Will you masturbate tonight?
Me: Yes… (grin)
Sumin: (heart eyes)(happy face) Send me video. I will watch and… I will masturbate too. (blushing face)
Me: Okay, I will.
Sumin: (happy face)(happy face)(happy face) I will wait for that!
I thought about giving her a different word than masturbate but I found there was something cute about her using the technical word instead of ‘jack off’ or some other variation.
I had one of those flexible phone tripods that are meant to hold a cell phone and bend it at all angles. (It was from an aborted attempt to start a stupid ‘living in korea’ youtube vlog a few years ago. Don’t ask.) Later on, after I’d eaten dinner and made myself a cocktail (I still drank on occasion, I just didn’t get hammered nearly as much as I did in my early 20s) I pulled a chair over next to my bed and arranged it so it would have a good view of my crotch so I could record her video. I’m not normally an exhibitionist but I was so turned on that I knew stroking myself to orgasm wouldn’t be a problem. And sure enough, it wasn’t.
It only took a couple of minutes while I replayed the visual of cumming all over her face for me to cum again. There wasn’t much cum left in my balls at this point and it was mildly uncomfortable as this was my third orgasm in the space of a few hours, but somehow I didn’t think Sumin would mind. The video had a good angle to see the cum shoot up out of my cock and my fist only blurred a few times. After I cleaned up, I sent the video to her. A response came a couple of minutes later.
Sumin: (heart eyes)(heart eyes)(heart eyes) Teacher I want to eat it!
Me: (heart eyes)
Sumin: Teacher… my mom is on sofa with me. We are watching drama (OMG) k k k k k k k
I felt a thrill run down my spine. Her mother was just a few feet away while she had a video of me stroking my cock and cumming while saying Sumin’s name. This was extremely dangerous.
Me: (OMG) Be careful…
Sumin: k k k k k k k k k
Me: Did your mom ask about the lesson?
Sumin: Yes! k k k k k k k k I said I studied very hard and that you were best teacher k k k k k k (heart eyes)
Me: lol yes, you studied very hard.
Sumin: (heart eyes)
Sumin: I will watch your video tonight and I will masturbate too!
Me: Good girl (smiley face)
Sunday
The next message was waiting for me when I woke up.
Sumin: Teacher, last night I masturbate!!! (OMG) k k k k k k but it didn’t feel like with you. Maybe I mistake about that. (worried face)
Me: It’s okay. You can try again tonight and we can also practice on Saturday. (smiley face)
A reply came a few minutes later.
Sumin: ok!! k k k k k k k
There were more messages like that, more photos from both of us, each of us growing a little more daring. She was sore for a few days after our first time but by Wednesday she said she felt much better and, from her de***********ion, it sounded like she had her first orgasm from touching herself. Without the soreness and the tenderness, I guess she was able to explore a little more and she had begun to figure out this whole masturbation thing. All of this had me beating my meat like it owed me money.
Since my job started in the afternoons, I usually had the mornings to myself, unless I had a morning private. That time was reserved for working out, light house cleaning, practicing guitar, or gaming. But now there was a pretty decent amount of time spent flogging the ol’ dolphin. Between the messages and the photos, I’d turned into a walking erection. I could hardly wait until Saturday.
But, as luck would have it, Thursday of that week was a holiday.
Chapter 3: Downtown Rendezvous
Korea has a lot of what we would call federal holidays spread throughout the year. They weren’t always conveniently located on a Friday or a Monday, but a day off was a day off and I wasn’t going to complain. I didn’t have to work and the schools were out.
Sumin sent a message early that morning and told me that she couldn’t wait anymore, that she wanted to meet. We talked for a bit and decided that it was better not to meet at her place and risk being seen by a neighbor (Koreans gossip like they need it for survival) nor could we risk her being seen at my apartment. It was decided that I would pick her up downtown since I had a car, and then we would go to one of those motels I mentioned earlier. There were several near the downtown area, so it would be an easy thing. And the motels were designed for secret hook ups, with the parking garage entrances shielded from view from the streets and automated check in. You could go in, choose a room from a menu, pay by card, and never have to interact with anyone. Anonymity was almost guaranteed.
We agreed to meet at 3:00 and I started getting ready. I tried to distract myself with some Youtube, then some gaming before the fateful hour arrived, but it was no good. I couldn’t wait to have her in my arms again. I was like a man possessed.
I rolled up to the intersection where we were supposed to meet and she was there, waiting in a short black skirt with some ruffles, and wearing a white blouse which glowed bright in the afternoon sunlight. It showed off her figure nicely. She was scanning cars, not quite sure which one was mine, so I gave a little honk of the horn to get her attention as I pulled up to the curb. She saw me, then walked quickly to the passenger side of the car and hopped in.
“Hey bab–” I started to say but she practically jumped across the center console and kissed me. I grunted and started to kiss her back, snaking my arm around her. She smelled amazing. Her hair was freshly washed and shining and her skin had that perfect smoothness that girls somehow knew how to do. We pawed at each other until a horn honked behind me, then broke away grinning like idiots as I pulled the car away from the curb.
“Hey, baby,” I said, chuckling, as I accelerated down the street.
“Hi, teacher,” she beamed back at me.
“Were you waiting very long?” I asked, glancing over at her. She was twirling her fingers through her hair, her bag in her lap, looking at me and then back at the road.
“No, not long. Just few minute. Where will we go?”
“There’s a motel at the beach that is nice. Some rooms have a jacuzzi.” I grinned at her wolfishly.
“Really???” and she grinned her wicked little grin at me, her teeth flashing. “That sound very sexy, teacher.”
“It is.” I confirmed.
My hand was in hers across the console as I navigated the car through downtown traffic, heading for the beach. It wasn’t far, maybe ten or fifteen minutes depending on traffic. Suddenly she shifted her bag to the backseat, and brought my hand to her bare thigh. “Teacher… I have a present for you.”
“You do?” I glanced over at her briefly, enough to see her grinning and her cheeks burning red, before turning my attention back to the road. She began to slide my hand up her leg beneath the fold of her ruffled skirt. Her skin was silky smooth and cool. “What present?” I asked, trying not to veer into oncoming traffic.
She opened her legs a little more and pushed my hand all the way up between her legs and where I expected to find panties I instead found her soft bush, already damp. She wasn’t wearing panties! Holy shit! I’d dated full grown women who wouldn’t go out without panties on. And she’d done it on a whim. I’d always had fantasies about my date whispering she didn’t have panties on, or coming back from the bathroom while at a restaurant and stuffing them in my hands, anything like that. But the few times I’d broached the topic, I’d been turned down. Until now. God damn. Sumin began to grind the back of my hand against her and she groaned.
I looked over at her, then down at my hand concealed under her skirt, then quickly back to the road, scanning the cars around us making sure there were no trucks that could see down into the passenger seat. Her head was back against the headrest, eyes closed as she continued to rub herself with my hand. Her mouth was open and her breathing was increasing. I twisted my hand around so I could use my fingers and they immediately slid into her soaking wet pussy. She let out an explosive breath and whimpered, “Yes, teacher!” and began to slide my hand up and down, gripping me by the wrist.
It was all I could do not to plough into the back of the car in front of me as she began to orgasm. I almost couldn’t believe what was happening. Luckily we were hitting mostly greens because her actions would have surely drawn attention if we were at a stop light for long. I let her do the work as I tried to keep my attention on the road and thankfully, she came quickly. She was clearly as aroused as I was.
Her body pushed hard against the seat and her legs extended as she shuddered and moaned through her orgasm before she finally slumped down, basking in the afterglow. “Oh my god…” she said with a breathy laugh.
“Wow…” was basically all I could say. “Damn, Sumin.” I saw her look at me from the corner of my eye, and I glanced back over to her. She looked very embarrassed.
“Was that bad, teacher?” her voice worried.
“No, not at all. A little dangerous if someone saw, maybe, but not bad.”
“Really? Promise?”
I squeezed her hand, still between her legs, and said “I promise. If there’s anything you want to do with me, just tell me. It’s not bad, it’s not dirty. Trust me, okay?”
Her shoulders unclenched a little, and she smiled. “Thank you, teacher. Since we… did sex–”
“Had sex,” I corrected.
“Since we had sex I think again and again about sex and I’m…” she glanced down at her crotch. “Like this, all the time.”
“You’re wet?” I inquired.
She mulled the word over, translating it in her head, then nodded. “Yes!” And she laughed. “I think maybe I like sex too much.”
“Nah,” I said. “No such thing.” I pulled her hand up to my mouth and kissed it. I could smell her pussy in the dampness and it was intoxicating. I sucked her fingers into my mouth as I pulled the car into the covered parking lot of the hotel.
“We’re here.” I told her, easing into a vacant space.
Chapter 4: Hotel
The check-in went off as advertised. Through the side entrance from the parking garage we entered off to the left of a lobby filled with lots of cheap stone tilework meant to look classy and palatial. A gaudy grandfather clock was against one wall next to the elevator to our left, and big fake tropical-looking plants flanked the glass double doors of the main hotel entrance to our right. The glass was etched with Greek-inspired female figures pouring out vases of water into a pond. Along the wall to the right of the main entrance was a large backlit plastic panel with images of each room offered. Many of them had themes, and almost all of them were tacky. But you didn’t come to a place like this for the decor.
Scanning the offerings, most of which were available given the early hour, I picked one with the jacuzzi option, punched it into the kiosk display, inserted my card, and a moment later a plastic card key popped out of the dispenser next to the card reader. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. Turning back to Sumin I saw her examining the interior decorations, touching the fake plants and making a face. This was her first time in a place like this. And as far as love motels went, this one was better than most. It was relatively new and modern but everything was still as cheap as you could make it. I’d frequented love motels on more than one occasion but not usually for hook-ups. They’re less necessary if you live alone like I did. If you were traveling around Korea these places were a lot cheaper than a real hotel. Owners didn’t like it when you actually stayed the whole night since they couldn’t flip the room for the next horny couple to come in, but they wouldn’t kick you out. Once you did check out, the maid service worked with maximum efficiency, having the room cleaned and prepped in minutes for the next people. Quantity over quality.
I beckoned to her and she bounced back over to me as we walked to the elevator. Our room was on the ninth floor and once the doors closed, we started making out. I slid my hand up the back of her skirt and palmed her naked ass while she began rubbing the front of my pants. I had to resist the urge to flip up the back of her skirt and take her right there. Our steamy prelude only lasted seconds, though as the elevator dinged and we reluctantly broke apart.
We found the room and Sumin set about exploring immediately. It had a large bay window that looked out over the water. “Wah!” she exclaimed. “It’s so pretty!” Looking down you could see the people walking along the street going about their afternoon business and people having a picnic on the beach. It was a beautiful day, I couldn’t blame them. I felt a little bad that I’d have trouble taking Sumin on an actual date and that got methinking what our relationship actually was. Was I a gigolo, now? Technically her mom was paying me to sleep with her daughter. Was I just a cock for her to pleasure herself with? Were we a couple? I honestly didn’t know. I pushed that out of my mind for the moment, though. There were more pressing matters to attend to. And as far as the stiffness in my pants was concerned, that was literal.
Dropping my backpack on the bed, I stepped up behind her and pushed her gently against the glass and started to massage her shoulders lightly. Then, leaning into her ear, I whispered, “Don’t move.”
I got down on my knees behind her and flipped up the back of her skirt. Her firm ass cheeks greeted me, as bare as could be. I could see the slight creases in her skin from the skirt pressing into her naked flesh as we rode in the car. “Teacher, “what are you doing?” she asked, with a smile in her voice. Her head turned back to look at me.
“Nothing…” I said playfully. Then began to kiss each cheek of her ass, then I gave her some nibbles which got small squeals out of her as my teeth bit gently into her tender flesh. She turned her head back to the glass, leaning her forehead against it, and spread her legs for me. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and began again to tongue her asshole. She gasped but didn’t pull away. “So dirty, teacher!” she moaned into the glass as she began to grind backwards.
I loved the taste of her. She was damp from the fun we had in the car and I tried not to waste a drop. I reached one hand up around the front and slid it under her shirt and beneath her bra, cupping her breast and squeezing gently. Her body started to rock backwards as she enjoyed my tongue. After a few more minutes of flicking her delicate asshole, which was driving her wild, I pulled my hand away, and spun her around. She grunted a little at the sudden change but I didn’t give her much time to ponder. I lifted her up slightly and plopped that well-licked ass onto the window sill, then put her legs up over my shoulders. As she watched me, face delighted, I kissed my way up her thighs and then began to tongue her sweetness once again. Her legs opened wide, just her calves resting on my shoulder and both of her hands gripped the back of my head, pulling me into her sex. “Ooooooo yes, teacher! I like that!”
I pushed my tongue as deep into her hole as could, hardening the tip like a little spear point, and moved my head back and forth, tongue fucking her. Then, with my hands around the back of her thighs, I reached around and over the tops of her thighs and used my fingers to spread her pussy lips so I could have better access to her clit. Her waist and thighs were small enough that I didn’t even have to stretch. Sumin groaned deep in her throat as I began to run my tongue up and down her slit, circling her clit, then plunging back down. Once I felt like she was close, I encircled my lips around the nub of her clit, and applied that light sucking pressure she enjoyed so much last time. I pulled the tender bud of flesh just past my lips and began to flick it with my tongue. And just like before, she orgasmed, almost immediately. “Teacher! Yes! Yes! There teacher! theretherethere!” She’d slipped back into Korean again. It sounded like juh-gee, juh-gee, juh-gee.
Once she began to shudder and twitch, I backed off, and felt her legs go slack on my shoulders. Her head was leaning back against the glass, eyes closed, and she had a smile on her beautiful face. “Teacher, so good…” she said lazily. “I want that every day.”
“I’ve created a monster.” I said, and chuckled. I stood up and went over to get a towel for my face.
Her eyes finally opened and she scooted herself off the window sill. She wobbled a little, then walked up to me and helped me wipe my face, her little hands plucking the towel from mine. “What that mean?” she asked, as she began wiping.
“It’s a joke,” I said. “It means that I’ve shown you something and now you want it all the time. If you don’t have it, you’ll become like a hungry monster.”
“Ah,” she said knowingly. “I got it.” Finishing up with her cleaning, she smiled. “Yes. I think I am sex monster.”
“Is my little sex monster still hungry?” I asked her, running my finger down the collar of her blouse.
“I am very hungry, Teacher.” She stood up on tiptoes and indicated she wanted to kiss me and I obliged.
I began to undress her, unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse to reveal a tight white sports bra. She began to unhook my belt and pants, yanking my zipper down. Not waiting at all, she moved her hand inside my pants and into my boxers, gripping my cock and beginning to move her hand back and forth. I stopped for a moment, just enjoying the sensation and the look in her eyes as she jerked me, but then continued. She had to let go as I pulled her blouse and bra off, and then we finished undressing each other inturn, first my shirt and pants and boxers, and then her skirt finally dropped to the ground. I pulled her to me and kissed her and her hands reached around and squeezed my ass. Then she broke away, giggling.
“What?” I asked.
“There is hair on your butt!” And she laughed. I laughed, too.
“Yeah, there is,” I admitted while she went around me to look. “A lot of white guys have hair on their ass.” She tugged at one. “Ouch!” I exclaimed. I got my revenge by a quick pinch on her ass. “Yah!” she yelled.
“Revenge,” I told her in Korean. Then, without warning, I picked her up and brought her face level with mine. Her legs wrapped around my waist and we kissed deeply. I turned us around and began walking to the large bathroom in the hotel that she hadn’t explored yet. Hot tub time.
Chapter 5: Water Jets
The jacuzzi model was long and low to the ground. It had seats molded into the plastic that would allow you to recline with your head above the water. It wasn’t very deep, but it wasn’t meant for sitting up in so it was alright. The jets were spaced around the walls like a normal jacuzzi and there were a few spaced equally between the two recliner positions in what was essentially the floor. Sumin broke from kissing me to look down at the hot tub from her elevated position.
“What will we do in there, teacher?” And she looked back at me with a naughty twinkle in her eye. I’m sure I had the same.
“Just relax,” I told her. “It’s good for stress.”
I set her down gently and turned on the water, setting the temperature, and then closing off the drain. While I did that, she went over to the shower stall and started up the water there. I quickly went to join her. Sumin stood under the water with her back to me and I watched almost hypnotized for a moment as the water cascaded down her light tan skin. She stepped under the stream and brushed her hair back into a long black silken rope that went halfway down her back. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her skin was taught with youth and vitality. She had a small scattering of moles on her back but it was otherwise unblemished. Her ass was high and the skin tight and it blended seamlessly into her thighs that were past that gangly early-teenage stage and were beginning to show hints of the supple woman she would become. And this delightful creature wanted to be with me. How about that?
My cock was rock hard as I watched her soak herself in the hot water, the steam rising from around her feet. She noticed my absence and turned to see where I was, only to see me standing there, cock proudly erect, and staring.
“What are you doing” she said, laughing.
“Just watching,” I replied. “You’re beautiful. I didn’t know when we were studying that your body looked like this.”
She grinned her bashful smile and said, “Hurry up, teacher!”
I was a little taken aback by her almost total lack of shyness about her nudity but that’s something I never really got used to in Korea. Americans, for the most part, are prudish about nudity to an almost pathological degree. But Koreans never got rid of bathhouses and almost every kid in Korea, starting from when they were very young, has visited them at some point. Some families go regularly. They’re segregated by gender for the bathing, but there’s still a much more casual attitude about nudity than in the US. In public they can be conservative, especially the older people, but in private there doesn’t seem to be much notice given to the naked form. I’ve never been able to fully shake it, though. I still get uncomfortable when I use the shower at my gym. But that general unconcern about nudity helped to explain how relaxed she seemed to feel being naked in front of me.
I grabbed the complimentary wash cloths and stepped into the shower stall. The water was hot but not so hot as to be painful. She turned and we pressed out bodies together. She leaned up and our mouths met while her hand went for my stiff cock again, stroking along the full length. I groaned into her lips and I felt her smiling. She reached her other hand to my balls and began to gently massage those as well. I bit her lower lip and sucked on it, softly before reaching my hand down to her ass and sliding it all the way down her crack until my finger was pressing at her pussy from behind. It was her turn to groan. I slid my finger as far up inside her as the angle would allow and her hand picked up the pace. We stopped kissing and she laid her head on my chest, her body turned slightly to the side, to keep stroking. I adjusted the angle a little and slid a second finger into her pussy and this elicited Sumin’s version of a growl as she bit into my pectoral muscle and her hand picked up the pace.
After a couple of minutes I pulled myself away and she reluctantly did the same. My cock was ram-rod straight and she still gripped it in her hand, almost reluctant to let it go. I grabbed one of the washcloths, used the soap dispenser in the shower, and said with a smile, “Turn around.”
Knowing what was about to happen, Sumin said, “Yes, teacher.” Then she turned and presented her back to me and I began to scrub her down thoroughly. As I worked the soap into a lather around her shoulders and back I said, “You can use my name. You don’t have to keep saying ‘teacher’.”
“I know,” she said in Korean, leaning into my hands as I washed her. “But I think it’s sexier to call you teacher”
Well. I couldn’t argue with that. And I was certainly getting a thrill out of it. I got down on my knees and began to wash her legs, taking my time massaging her ass and running the washcloth up the inside of her leg and grazing her pussy. Satisfied with the back, I spun her around and began to work my way up from her feet, repeating the process. She was clearly enjoying the attention and would often have her eyes closed, luxuriating in the feeling of being pampered. I worked the lather into her pussy which got a small response from her, then her flat stomach and perky little breasts with her dark brown nipples erect and firm. Once done I grabbed the showerhead and began to rinse her off, kissing bits of her as I went. Once she was clean and rinsed, she wanted to do me.
She wasn’t nearly as thorough as I was with her, but I didn’t complain. She took a very long time on my cock, which was deliciously arousing. She must have given the ol’ cock and balls at least three cleanings before I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and made her stand up. My dick seemed to fascinate her and it wasn’t the first time I’d noticed that in a Korean woman before. A woman I dated early on in Korea would do stuff like that. We’d be laying in bed and she would just grab onto it and hold it. Sometimes she’d stretch it out, grip it, tug on my balls, or whatever else popped into her mind. It was both stimulating and a little weird. I never complained because honestly anytime she touched my dick was a good time, but I never had a girl back home take the same kind of interest in my cock before. Nor do I know why they would, it is just a cock and mine isn’t all that impressive as far as these things go. Guess it’s just a cultural thing.
By the time she rinsed me off, the hot tub was full almost to the rim. That didn’t really matter because all Korean bathrooms are tiled and there’s a central drain in the floor for the shower runoff and any other water. So overflowing the hot tub when we sat down was no problem as it would all go right down the drain in the floor. I held her hand for balance as she eased into the hot water, then I quickly joined her.
For the moment both of us did nothing, simply letting the heat soak into our muscles. She was in her reclined position against the far wall. I’m much taller than the average Korean and the hot tub was too short for me to stretch out fully. If I slid all the way down so my head was at water level, my knees poked up a few inches out of the water. Sumin didn’t have that trouble, though. She lay back, fully submerged to her chin with her eyes closed and her breathing deep. The a/c wafted in from the bedroom and steam was rising off the water.
“It feels so good,” she said, lazily.
I agreed. I lifted my hand out of the water and pressed the button to activate the jets, which thankfully worked. You couldn’t always be sure with these places. The water bubbled and boiled and jets set into the seats pulsed the water pleasantly against my upper and lower back which prompted a long groan of pleasure. Sumin, laying next to me, made similar noises of approval. My hand found hers unter the water and we lay like that for a few minutes, doing and saying nothing as the water jets pounded away the tension. Then I pulled her over to me, and she dutifully slid over. Lifting her slightly up out of the water, she straddled my stomach and slid down with my cock pressing into her pussy and sliding up her ass. She rocked back and forth a little as we began kissing, my hands cupping her breasts.
“Do you like the jacuzzi?” I asked, as her body continued to slide atop me. It was rhetorical, she clearly did. She gave a non-verbal assent and leaned up, bringing her breasts to my mouth.
“Use your mouth, teacher.” When a woman tells you to suck her tits, you suck her tits.
I did as instructed, my hands firmly around each ass cheek as I brought each nipple into my mouth. She whimpered and made other little noises of pleasure as I moved one finger to her ass and began to massage her puckered little rosebud. My tongue had been there but she’d never had such direct contact otherwise. She shuddered, but didn’t object, so I continued to make probing circles but never quite penetrating. In my experience it’s usually not a good thing to spring anal on someone.
With my mouth working her nipples, and one hand working her backdoor, I slid my other beneath and began rubbing her pussy. Who says we can’t multitask? Her rocking picked up the pace and she whispered in my ear, “I want orgasm, teacher!”
I pulled away a little and said, “Wait just a moment. Time for another lesson.”
She looked at me quizzically but didn’t question as I repositioned our bodies. We were now facing the other way in the tub, with her between my legs and one of the water jets that previously had been beneath my lower back, was now just a few inches from her pussy. I told her. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, teacher…” But I could tell she didn’t know what she was saying yes, too. She found out soon enough.
The angle was a little awkward because we were meant to be sitting the other way, but it would do for now. With one arm around her waist I inched her forward until the water jet was just in front of her pussy and she reacted immediately. She gasped and jerked in my arms and uttered the Korean equivalent of ‘what the fuck!’
“Find your orgasm,” I told her.
Reluctantly at first, she began to shift positions. It didn’t take long until she found that she really liked it, though. She started making high pitched moans as she maneuvered her hips around the powerful jet of water, and I just held on for the ride. After a little experimentation, she found a position that felt the best and she let out a series of gasps as her body began to shudder uncontrollably. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Ooooooo… Teacher! Teacher” And then she came hard. Her fingers dug into my forearm and her hips jerked upwards then slammed back down convulsively “Ah! Ah! Oh my goooood” and then she pressed her feet into the far wall and moved away from the waterjet’s intense stimulation, collapsing bonelessly into me and breathing hard. I could feel her whole body trembling from the power of her orgasm. I said nothing, just held her, letting her have the experience uninterrupted. The only sound was her labored breathing and the roar of the jacuzzi jets, which I turned off. We lay like that for a couple of minutes before either of us spoke.
I kissed the top of her head and said, “That’s why I wanted a jacuzzi.”
She still hadn’t moved yet and I questioned what hope men really have when machines can make women cum like that. But they haven’t tossed us all out in favor of the mechanical, so I guess we’re still doing something right.
“Teacher,” she finally said. “That was amazing”.
“Well, you’re a good student. A girl I dated before would never do something like that. She was afraid to orgasm.”
“Why?” she asked, incredulously.
“Because she didn’t have a teacher, like you do. She saw a porno once where a woman squirted and she was terrified that she would do that if she ever orgasmed. So when we had sex, she would always stop before she finished.” And I wish I was joking.
Of course, she didn’t know what squirting was, so I gave her a brief explanation. She made a face, a little put off by the idea and I told her that it’s something some women can do and if it ever does happen to her not to worry but that she probably wouldn’t. She then turned the conversation back to the other woman.
“Isn’t that strange?”
I agreed that it was. “She was afraid of her body. That’s why I gave you masturbation as homework. I didn’t want you to be afraid.”
And that was true. Between the women I’ve dated and the conversations I’ve had, I have met so many Korean women who know next to nothing about their own bodies, how to pleasure themselves, or get pleasure with others. Damn tragedy if you ask me. The woman, her nickname was Song, (a lot of Koreans who spend time with foreigners or teach will adopt an English nickname) required months of coaxing until she finally achieved an orgasm. It took a lot of patience on my part but she really was traumatized by the idea that she would squirt. She didn’t, by the way.
Sumin turned around and straddled my hips and began to kiss me. “You are best teacher!” she said with a smile. “Can we do sex now?”
“Can we have sex now,” I corrected. “And we’d better. I want to orgasm, too,” I said with a smile.
Chapter 6: New Positions
We extracted ourselves from the hot tub, one of us a little more wobbly than the other, and had fun drying each other off, before heading back into the bedroom. After the heat and humidity of the bathroom the bedroom was downright arctic. We both dove for the covers with cries of ‘so cold’ and then cuddled together for warmth. It didn’t take long at all until our hands and mouths began to work on each other. I showed her where I liked to be kissed and touched and she had fun with that. Then I took time with her, finding out where her erogenous zones were. It was a foreign concept to her, so there was a lot of trial and error. But what I learned was valuable. She liked kisses on her lower back and the backs of her thighs. Not too low though, or it would tickle. Kissing her shoulders was okay, but the spot just under her ears on her neck was clutch. This went on for a good twenty minutes back and forth until we were so turned on neither of us could hardly stand it.
“New lesson,” I said as I decided that that was enough foreplay. “You’re going to sit on my face!” I lay on my back and instructed her to come up and straddle my head. It was a bit clumsy as we found the best spots for her legs, but after a moment, her looking down in disbelief that people actually did this, she lowered her sweet Korean pussy onto my mouth. It didn’t take long for her to figure out why people did this.
My tongue lapped at her moistness and she began to moan almost immediately. She was soaked for reasons that had nothing to do with the bath we just took. We’d been working each other up for awhile and she was already so aroused she was practically dripping. I drank it all in. She fell forward and braced her hands on the back wall with cries of ‘teacher there yes teacher yes teacher’ and other inarticulate sounds and began to grind down on my face. Not gonna lie, it hurt a couple of times, but I rolled with it, lifting her slightly if the pressure got too intense or I worried that she might accidentally break my nose. I brought my hands up behind her legs and up to her chest and began to massage her breasts which added a new level of pleasure to her world and after only a few minutes I felt her orgasm begin to build. She wasn’t a screamer exactly, for which I was thankful, but you could certainly hear a change in the types of noises she made.
Her gyrating increased in intensity and I had to forgo the breasts to try and keep her centered over my mouth. Once I had a firm grip on her she continued to ride my face like a rodeo bull and I was in heaven. Her thighs squeezed together around my ears and everything became slightly muffled. I stopped flicking my tongue and located the little bud of her engorged clit and tried to hold it steady, letting her rub herself up and down.
“Teacher! I’m cumming!” She cried out, with a quivering cry that rippled along her body. I’d taught her the English for it during our foreplay session. “I’m! Cumming!” and then her body locked up and I felt her pussy grow instantly wetter as it spasmed and she trembled atop me. “Oh myyyyyyy god!” she said as she slumped backwards off of my face, then fell over onto the bed, laughing. “Teacher, I want this every day. I really am a sex monster!”
And she really was turning out to be one. She didn’t have any hang-ups about her body, she was playful and experimental. She asked questions, she wasn’t afraid to tell me what she liked or how something felt. Sumin approached sex with an open-minded curiousity that was refreshing. She wasn’t yet out of high school but she was turning into the most dynamic sex partner I’d ever had. I’d been with women who had more skill than her, naturally, but there always seemed to be something. One would be emotionally unavailable, another hated oral, either giving or receiving. Another always wanted the lights off, another got upset if I masturbated and thought it was the same as cheating. And there were still other issues. But Sumin either hadn’t developed issues due to bad experiences with partners or some sort of childhood trauma, or being sexually open and experimental was in her nature. But I was feeding off her energy and sex had become more enjoyable than it had been in years. I’m a very open person myself and it felt great to not have a list of does and donts in the bedroom. And Sumin could say stop at any time, I’d done my best to impress that upon her at every stage.
I sat up, pulling Sumin to me, and brought our lips together again. She didn’t even blink this time at tasting herself. Then I instructed her to get on her hands and knees. “We call this position ‘Rocky(D)gy style’ in English,” I told her.
With her ass up and her head down, she looked back at me with a smile and gave her little tushy a shake. “Do you like it like this, Teacher?” she asked with a hint of seduction in her voice.
“I like it very much,” I told her, running my hands over the small curves of her hips and down her ass. I reached over to the side of the bed and grabbed the condom and once again slid it on. “Remember to tell me if it hurts you.”
“I–” her voice cut off as began to run my cock up and down her pussy, getting the condom slick with her juices. “…will,” she finished and I saw her bite her lip and her eyes closed. I paused for a moment to admire the beauty of her pussy squeezed between her legs and wondered how it would look if we got her waxed, but that was for another day. Moistening my thumb, I placed it over the krinkled flesh of her asshole and began to massage it again as my cock found her opening and I gently pushed into her. It was easier this time but still tight.
Sumin groaned deep in her throat and I made a similar sound as I buried my cock all the way up to the balls inside her. “You’re so tight, Sumin!” I gasped, almost not believing the pressure.
“Teacher! So deep! Shit!” That got a little chuckle out of me. It was the first time I’d heard her swear. “Go slow!” she managed, as I began to glide my cock in and out. I looked down and could see the flesh of her pussy stretched around my dick each time I pulled out. My hands gripped each of her hips tightly and I pulled her towards me as our bodies came together. She grunted and her hands were once again twisted up in the sheets, her cries muffled by the blankets crumpled by her head. I could see her bangs spring up each time she exhaled hard. “So good, teacher! So good!”
“Are you my little sex monster, Sumin?” I asked, my voice getting low as I continued my gentle assault of her incredibly tight hole.
“Yes! *grunt* Yes, teacher! *grunt* I’m your sex *grunt* monster!” I slowly increased the speed, reveling in the sounds I was able to draw from her teenage body.
“Do you want my cock in your tight little pussy?” I pushed myself hard into her and held it, squeezing my kegels to force even more blood into my cock and swelling it just a little bit more. She could feel it.
“Unnng! Yes, teacher!” she cried. “I want it your cock in my pussy!”
I began to move quickly now, feeling her shudder in little mini orgasms as my cock moved relentlessly into her.
“Are you my slut, Sumin? Are you my little slut?” I began to fuck her rapidly now, and she came in one long orgasm, but I didn’t stop. I was achingly close but I had to hold on for just a little more.
“Ahh! Ahh! I’m teacher’s little slut!” she half grunted, half screamed, and I went hard. There were no more words, just beastial sounds of skin on skin as I fucked her through her first orgasm and then as a second one overcame her, I pulled out of her in a rush and flipped her on her back with one hand and slipped off the condom with the other. My cock was so hard it was like a length of steel. I almost couldn’t bend it down to aim it at her face as I blasted my cum into her mouth and all over her face. Rope after sticky rope erupted so intensely from my cock that some of it actually splattered and made a small splat sound. I cried out wordlessly as I continued stroking my cock, and Sumin’s hand found my balls and began to massage them. That drew another intense pulse that struck her across her left cheek.
I grabbed her hand from my balls and brought it up to my dick where she dutifully began to stroke slowly as her tongue poked out and began to gather the cum that was around her lips.
“Good girl,” I said, warmly. “That’s my good little slut.” I placed my hand back on my cock and angled it into her mouth. She immediately started trying to swallow as much as she could, but the angle made it difficult. “I want you to swallow all of my cum, baby.” One of her eyes wasn’t coated shut and she looked up at me while my cock popped out of her mouth and there was a moment of silent communication that passed between us.
It’s hard to describe the feeling I got from her then. I could tell that Sumin sensed the power dynamic that was developing, a sort of dom/sub relationship but I don’t think she knew how to put it into words. That look somehow conveyed her understanding of it but also an… aggressive streak of her own. I got the feeling that we were only scratching the surface of our relationship and that she might not always want to be in the submissive role. Which could open all sorts of interesting doors for us in the future.
Sitting back, I caressed her and stroked her as she spent the next minute or so collecting the cum from her face and neck and swallowing it like a good little slut. Once she was finished, I laid on my back.
“Come down between my legs,” I instructed. “Time for more blowjob study.”
“Yes, teacher.” she said with a smile. I gave her sexy little ass a swat as she crawled away, which got a satisfying yelp from her. She settled herself between my legs and I talked her through different blowjob techniques and introduced her to ball sucking. I was hard again in near record time and I shot my load straight into her mouth. And she didn’t waste a drop.
Chapter 7: Problems
As Sumin and I lay cuddled in bed, both of us almost too relaxed to move, we talked.
“Teacher, are we a couple?” She inquired tentatively, her body nestled into my arm and her head resting on my chest.
“I don’t know.” I answered, while my nose was buried into her long hair. It smelled of the hotel’s cheap shampoo but underneath that was the smell of her. “If you were older, I would definitely say yes. But I can’t take you on a date like a real girlfriend. I would like to take you out to dinner and a movie. Go away for the weekend with you. But if people knew your age or suspected it, we could get in a lot of trouble. You know that. And how could you spend the night away from home? Your mother would never allow it.” I was surprised by how much this saddened me. She was getting all the experience with sex that a sexually adventurous girl could hope for, but she wasn’t getting the experience of a real, healthy relationship. I felt like she deserved that. But I didn’t know how to fix it. And I could tell that she was upset by this, too.
The topic shifted away to other, less upsetting things. We talked about her school life, her friends and then to what she would do after school, and the universities she was looking at in the states. But the clock kept ticking and soon it was time to go.
We left the hotel around 6:30 and I thought again about how I couldn’t even risk taking her to dinner. We drove back downtown and I dropped her off from where I picked her up a few hours before. As I pulled up to the curb she leaned in to kiss me and I was surprised by how tender it was. “Today was amazing, teacher.” She said, breath coming a little faster after our kiss.
“It was. You’re an amazing young woman, Sumin. I’ll see you Saturday.” She smiled at me, flashing those picture-perfect white teeth at me, then hopped from the car. I waved at her once more, then drove off.
I got some take out for dinner and went home. I had thinking to do. This was getting very real. I was developing feelings for her. Like real feelings. I suppose you can’t do the kinds of things we were doing, in those kinds of situations, without that happening, but it’s not like there’s a manual. How To Instruct Your Teenage Students in the Acts of Sex Without Developing Romantic Feelings. World wide best seller, that.
As I was finishing up my burger and fries, my phone started buzzing with message notifications. First one, then several. I picked up my phone and saw they were from Sumin.
Sumin: Teacher! Oh no! Teacher big problem!!!! (scared face) (scared face) (crying)
Sumin: Teacher! Are you there???? (crying)
Sumin: Teacher my friend see me ride your car today! (scared face)(scared face)
Sumin: She want to know who my boyfriend is. She said she saw us kiss and know you are not Korean.
Sumin: Teacher what I should do??? (crying)(crying)
Oooooh shit.
Sumin and I had both shut our phones off during our time together so there were no distractions. So after I had dropped her off downtown and she reactivated her phone, there were several Kakao messages that came through all at once. The most relevant being from one of her school friends, Jihyun.
“Teacher, what I should do?” she had pleaded.
Fuck! Fuck fuck! God damn fuck son of a bitch! This could be bad. Already I started calculating what it would take to leave the country, where I would stay when I randomly showed back up in the States and how I would explain my sudden arrival. “Well, see mom and dad, I had an affair with a student and I had to flee the country just ahead of getting fired, being publicly shamed, and run out of town on a rail. Is the guest room still available?”
Yeah, not a conversation I wanted to have. And all of that wasn’t even mentioning the absolute tarring and feathering I’d take from the teacher community. The actions of one teacher tended to reflect poorly on the whole group. I’d be lynched, metaphorically speaking. It wouldn’t matter that I wasn’t the first teacher to do this, or that it wasn’t illegal, it would only matter that I got caught. Hell, Korean teachers would sexually assault students and not even lose their jobs. Not kidding. But I was a foreigner and different rules applied to us.
I snapped myself out of that downward spiral and tried to focus.
Me: What did your friend say?
Immediately screen caps of their conversation popped into our chat. All in Korean, but I could understand well enough. Some of my translations are not literal, just approximate. Koreans don’t really say ‘OMG’ or ‘WTF’ for example. But there are equivalents.
Jihyun: Hey! I thought you said you were busy today? What are you doing downtown?
Jihyun: OMG whose car was that? Was that a foreigner? You kissed him! WTF?!? (shocked) (shocked) (shocked)
Jihyun: Answer me! (angry) (angry)
Jihyun: Where are you going? You’d better tell me what’s going on! Do you have a foreigner boyfriend? How old is he? Is he paying for sex? Are you crazy?
It was actually a perfectly logical assumption for Jihyun to think that Sumin was engaging in prostitution. The reality was that a lot of high school girls did that, and unfortunately. They would read online that it was easy money they could use for shopping and as I mentioned early on, image was everything here. If your parents weren’t rich enough or as free with their money as you liked and you wanted to buy the hottest new fashion, there were online cafes and group chats where arrangements could be made.
But the girls meet up with some old guy, give him a handjob or blow him, let him grunt on top of them for a few minutes, and they’ve got a hundred bucks for shopping. I hadn’t thought about that at the time, but it happened here enough that of course her friend would think Sumin had started selling her body.
The timestamp indicated that she had finally answered a little while after I dropped her off and she had reactivated her phone.
Sumin: What are you talking about, I’m at home studying. I didn’t go downtown today. (confused)
Jihyun: Yah. Do you wanna die? Don’t lie to me, I saw you! I called your name but you didn’t hear me! Then I saw you get into that car, the blue one with a foreigner guy. I was almost to the car when you started kissing him! (OMG) (OMG) Are you selling yourself?
Sumin: What? Never! I would never do that! (shocked) (shocked)
Jihyun: Then is he your boyfriend? How old is he? Is he a soldier? Did you have sex with him? Does your mom know? (OMG) (OMG)
Sumin: No, I…
Jihyun: I’m calling you! You’d better answer this time!
And that’s where the conversation ended.
Jihyun had the right of it. She’d caught us red handed. My car, a three-year old Avante, was blue. If it was white or black there might have been wiggle room since, no joke, 99% of the cars in Korea of any make and model are white, black, or grey. Not me, though. I had to be the rebel and get the blue car. Such was my panic that I briefly considered setting the car on fire and driving it off a cliff. Gotta hide the evidence.
Me: Did you tell her?
Sumin: (crying)(crying) I say a little. Teacher, she already know and she know if I lying. What do I do, teacher? I’m so sorry ㅠㅠ ㅠㅠ I try to keep secret! (crying) (crying)
Me: It will be okay, don’t worry. Did she tell anyone else?
Sumin: No, Jihyun is best friend and she won’t say to other person I have boyfriend. But I still scary. I don’t want you to be problem because me. (worried)
Me: Hey, it’s not because of you. It was an accident. I’m not angry. It will be okay, I promise.
Sumin: (nervous smile) Teacher what do I do?
Me: What did you tell her?
Sumin: I tell her you are not boyfriend but that we have date today. I think she know you are my English teacher. I say to her we are not have sex but I think she know I lie. (scared)
Me: Okay. That’s not so bad. Is your mom home?
Sumin: Not yet. Maybe soon.
Me: Okay. Try to get some rest and don’t worry. We’ll talk about this on Saturday, okay?
Sumin: … Okay teacher. I wish you are here now. (heart eyes)
Me: So do I. We’ll talk soon.
Chapter 2: Damage Control
The next day was torture. Sumin and I chatted a little bit but there was no flirting, sexting, or photos. We were both a little too tense. I learned that Jihyun had cornered her in school and decided conclusively that Sumin and I were having sex. Sumin doesn’t have much of a poker face, apparently. It was one thing to deny via messages, another thing to look someone in the eye and tell them the same lie. Once she realized she couldn’t bluff her way out of it, Sumin had admitted that she had had sex with me.
From the way it sounded, Jihyun had thought that was amazing. She pushed for all the sticky details, but Sumin had done her best to not give anything away. She was fighting the good fight however, I could tell she was very stressed out and my heart ached for her. She didn’t want to be the one responsible for all the bad things that would happen if word got out. I felt terrible because I didn’t want her to feel like it was her fault. Especially when it wasn’t. Her friend spotting her downtown was a freak occurrence. When you got right down to it, I was the adult in this situation and it was ultimately I who allowed this to go as far as it had.
As I approached her building for our normal Saturday lesson, my stomach was in a knot. I had a podcast playing through my headphones but I had stopped pretending to listen a long time ago. In the elevator up I had wild visions of police waiting for me at her floor and being led off in cuffs as they looked for a way to throw me in jail, even though I hadn’t technically broken any laws. There were no cops, of course, I needed to stop being so melodramatic. But Sumin did open the door before I even hit the bell. It swung open quickly and I could see immediately that she’d been crying. Her eyes were a little puffy. Not like sobbing uncontrollably with snot dripping out of your nose, but she clearly wasn’t having an easy time.
As soon as the door closed behind us we embraced and I kissed the top of her head.
“Hey,” I said, trying to sound soothing. “It’s going to be alright.”
“Really? How do you know?” Her voice was a little muffled with her head buried in my chest and I could feel my shirt grow damp as a few fresh tears flowed. She sniffled.
“Did Jihyun tell anyone?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“No…”
“Then she’s probably not going to. She didn’t tell her parents, or your mom, or any other friends.” I was doing my best to sound reassuring. I figured if she hadn’t already run to tell a teacher or her own parents that Sumin was having sex with an older foreigner the chances were good that she wouldn’t. Maybe our worlds weren’t about to crash down around us.
My words seemed to have the desired effect and Sumin pulled away. She brought her eyes to mine and I could see her searching my face, perhaps trying to determine if I really believed what I was saying. I guess she was satisfied because she grabbed me by my belt and pulled me straight into her bedroom. I almost tripped trying to get my shoes off before stepping out of the entryway. (Wearing shoes in a Korean house is one of the biggest cultural taboos there is.)
She dragged me through the door and, with a surprising amount of strength for her small frame, pushed me onto her bed, then straddled me. We started making out heavily, each of our hands running over the other’s body as much as the position would allow. After a few minutes of uninterrupted necking, as the kids say these days, we broke for air. She could feel the hardness in my crotch and she pushed down on it knowingly.
Chapter 3: Ride ‘em, Cowgirl
“I missed you, teacher.” Her eyes kept scanning my face.
“I missed you too, Sumin.” I slipped my hands up the back of her tank top and gave her a back scratch. She arched into it immediately, like a cat. I let my hands continue up the back and the shirt slipped effortlessly over her head exposing all that light tan skin. She pressed harder into my crotch as my hands began to massage her breasts.
“I want to have sex now, teacher. So stress yesterday and today.” And she began to unsnap my shirt buttons.
“Say, ‘I want to fuck you’ or ‘I want you to fuck me’ instead of ‘I want to have sex now’,” I told her. “It sounds better. Sexier.”
With my shirt open, she brought her face in close and began to kiss my chest and my nipples, which she knew I liked. Then she started upwards towards my neck, which she also knew I really liked. Her hot breath tickled the hairs on my neck and I felt the hairs on my arm stand up. Her teeth found my ear and she nibbled on it, then she whispered low into my ear, “I want to fuck you, teacher. I want your cock! I every day masturbate because no your cock…” I groaned as she started to bite the skin on the side of my neck and my hands slipped under her shorts. No panties again. That’s my girl.
I sat up, pulling her tight to my body as we began to make out again in earnest. After a moment, I rolled her off me and then got up to begin undressing. All she did was slip off those little shorts she was wearing. I fell upon her then, our naked bodies writhing together. I let her push me onto my back once more and she straddled me. Her hips flexed backward and forward as she moved my cock towards the front, then sat down, running her slit up and down the length as she braced herself on my chest and moaned. I moaned right along with her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I told her, enjoying the hot slickness of her as she continued to move back and forth. Her hair was over her shoulders and cascaded down in a long black wave, almost to her stomach. Her nipples would peek through every so often as her hips never ceased their motion along my shaft. I wasn’t wearing a condom but she didn’t seem to care and I was too in the moment to stop her. I knew I should have but her taking control was such a turn on that I was worried if I did, it would break the spell.
After what seemed like hours but was probably less than a minute, Sumin decided she was ready. Raising her hips slightly, she took my slick cock in her hand and guided it to her pussy. Once she had it lined up, without waiting, she plunged herself down on my cock, causing both of us to cry out simultaneously. Her pussy still gripped like a fist and I could feel the walls of her opening move down my full length until we were pressed together. Her hands were braced on my chest and her nails pressed in a little painfully as she shuddered at the sudden but welcome intrusion. Her back was arched and her head back as she adjusted to me inside her.
I’d never entered her so forcefully before, so I’m not sure if she knew what to expect. While she was definitely no longer a virgin, this was only what… our fourth time?
“Teacher!It’s so much better without a condom” she half groaned and half growled as her hips began to move. “Mmmmm… I love your cock!”
“I love your pussy!” I told her as I began to try and match her rhythm. And I had to agree. I’d used condoms so much in my life that I’d almost forgotten how good bareback feels. Not knocking condoms, but god damn.
She brought herself down and put her head against my neck and began to suck me and bite me. “Fuck me, teacher! Fuck me!”
When a teenage Korean sex kitten tells you to fuck her, you fuck her. I began to arch my hips into her as she whimpered into my ear. Her chest lay flat against me and I could feel the tenderness of her breasts smashed against my chest as I thrust upwards. Sumin was in a world of her own. With her head on my shoulder I could hear her whispers of pleasure. Each thrust of mine brought a quiet but high pitched exclamation of ‘yes!’ from her, but in Korean it sounded like jo-ah. “Jo-ah, jo-ah, jo-ah!”
She pushed herself up after a couple of minutes, which was good because that position was wearing me out a little. She rocked back and took me as deep as possible. I felt my cock hit something solid inside her pussy and saw her wince a little as she readjusted. Then, hands once again braced on my chest, she began to move herself. Slowly at first as she found her rhythm, then a little faster.
Her eyes widened as they met mine. She’d found a new form of pleasure, one where she could control the speed and the depth. I’ve found that it’s best not to move when the woman wants to set the pace, no matter how much I want to. Tends to just throw things off.
As she began to experiment with positions and speed, I busied my hands caressing her body and telling her how amazing she was. Once she’d found a pace that worked for her, she started fucking me in earnest, her moans filling her bedroom, and echoing off the bookshelves filled with course books. Her pussy gripped my cock like it had a will of it’s own and her body quivered as her first orgasm began to overtake her and her pussy squeezed around the hard flesh that was giving her so much pleasure.
“Teacher!” she gasped. “Teacher! Ahhh!” Her cry trailed off as her muscles unclenched and she sagged down, laying herself once again on my chest while my dick was still throbbing inside her. I flexed it, knowing she could feel it swell slightly, and she purred, moving her small hips in a slight circle. I kissed the top of her head and said, “Roll over onto your back.” she complied and I positioned myself between her legs and then folded her legs up and placed her tiny little feet on my chest. Her ass was arched up slightly and her swollen pussy bulged out almost obscenely between her thighs, which were pressed together. She curled her toes, pinching the skin of my chest which made us both smile. Looking into her eyes I began to run the head of my dick slowly up and down her soaking wet pussy. She pushed forward, trying to capture the head, but I moved back just enough to keep her from swallowing it. She pouted.
Chapter 4: Teasing
“Does my little sex monster want more cock?” I said, playfully.
“Yes, teacher. I want more your cock.” She grinned at our little game and I saw a blush rise up in her cheeks.
I rewarded her by pressing my shaft firmer the lips of her pussy, gliding the ridge of my cock along her clit and then pressing up, sliding each vein along the tender little nub, making her shudder. As I pulled back, she pouted some more with a little ‘hmph!’ and her hips were pushing upwards again, trying to find my dick.
“Are you my slut, baby? My little teenage slut?” She knew fully what the word meant and she embraced the title. At least while we were in the bedroom.
“Yes, teacher!” she whimpered “I’m your slut. Fuck me, teacher…”
I put the head of my dick against her eager hole and inserted it just a little, maybe an inch. She inhaled and pushed herself forward, but I backed out.
“Yaaaaah!” she half cried, half laughed. I conceded a little and began to run my cock back up and down her pussy, stopping at the bottom to let just the tip enter her before pulling out again.
“Not yet,” I told her, grinning. “I want you to say please. Say ‘please fuck me, teacher.’
Her eyes were closed as my cock found her opening again, giving her just a little before pulling out again. I was in almost as much agony as she was. It was extremely erotic drawing these reactions from her, hearing her say those words, knowing that all she wanted in the world at that moment was my cock, but I held off. One of the advantages in our age gap was I’d developed much more control and patience than when I was a kid. I tried to use that to my full advantage. I never could have done this when I was her age.
“Please fuck me, teacher!” she panted. “Fuck me! I need teacher’s cock!”
“Look at me, baby.” I told her.
Her dark round eyes opened and found mine and I immediately sunk my cock all the way into her pussy. I watched as her eyes widened almost comically at the feeling of my cock burying itself inside her and the breath exploded from her lungs as we cried out together. It was bliss. I pulled out slowly, groaning at the loss of feeling. I wanted to fuck her hard, to thrust into her until our bodies couldn’t handle the pleasure anymore and we collapsed into unconsciousness. But I paused. With the head of my cock once again held steady at her opening.
“Teacher! Why!” she complained in frustration before groaning and trying to capture my cock again.
“Are you my slut?” My voice was tight with desire, but I wanted to draw this out.
She locked eyes with me again. “I’m your slut, teacher!” I drove hard into again, bringing another cry of pleasure from her and a growl from me, then pulled out. She was panting and I was breathing hard. Her legs were quivering and she whimpered, “Please fuck me, teacher! I need your cock!”
“Is this my pussy?” I asked.
I saw her brain try to cut through the fog of her arousal and desire as she translated the words in her head, then after a moment, she nodded vigorously. “Yes, teacher. It your pussy. Fuck meee!” she begged.
And I did. Our eyes locked again and I grabbed onto her hips pulling her into me as I fucked her. I didn’t pause anymore, the teasing had gone on long enough. Her body sank into her mattress with each thrust and a let out one long groan that was punctuated with a high grunt each time my cock bottomed out in her pussy. After a few moments of the deep penetration allowed by having her legs bent with feet on my chest, I opened her legs, which immediately flew out to the side. I lowered myself onto her and kissed her hard, almost painfully as I rammed my cock into her. Her arms went around me so hard there was an audible slap and she wrapped her legs around my hips. “Take my cock!” I growled, my breath coming hard.
She held herself tight against me as our hips slapped together. Her fingers were digging into me once again and I felt that sweet sting of pain. “Teacher! Teacher! Tea– T–” And she squealed as her body clenched up once again, cumming on my cock. I slowed my thrusts, but didn’t stop completely. I loved the sensation of her pussy contracting around my dick. As she twitched, I bent my head to her shoulder and bit down gently and growled. “Ohhhhh my god! Ohhh my god!” she panted. “Teacher not finish?” Her breath was ragged. I chuckled.
“No, not yet. Almost.” I was still moving my dick but I wanted her to catch her breath.
“Wow,” she said, laughing, then kissed me. “Teacher,” she said after we broke apart. “I want suck your cock now.”
Chapter 6: Role Reversal
I didn’t pause my slow fucking of her, but I was so thrilled at hearing those words come out of her mouth that it took me a few seconds to answer. She simply looked up at me with a seductive smile on her face. Sumin knew how much I loved blow jobs.
“We can do that…” I said, accentuating my words with a hard push into her pussy. “Are you going to swallow all of my cum?”
Sumin nodded. “Yes, teacher. I will swallow all of cum.” I smiled at her and she smiled right back.
I pulled out of her which caused us both a groan of displeasure. Sumin was a little slower moving though and admitted that she was a little sore. I apologized but she said to not worry, it was a good kind of sore.
With my cock still hard and waving around like a drunken flag pole, I set myself on the edge of her bed and Sumin got down on her knees. Her little hand went up and began to massage my balls which were heavy and tight with my load. Our eyes met and we sat silent for a moment with just her hands caressing me.
“Do you like it, teacher?” she asked, coyly.
“I do, baby.” I ran my fingers through her hair and brushed some locks behind her ear. With her other hand she began to stroke up the shaft still slick with her juices. She held my gaze for long seconds before focusing on the task at hand. She was still a little clumsy about it and I offered guidance here and there, but she was a quick study, as I have mentioned.
I leaned back a little, enjoying the raw sensation and the anticipation for when she took me into her mouth when suddenly her hands broke off. With a start, I looked down to see what she was doing, but she just sat there, looking innocent and cute, knees tucked underneath her, while my dick throbbed. She was watching it bounce and giggled. “Wah!” she exclaimed. That’s a Korean version of wow.
Seeing how much it amused her, I flexed my kegel muscles a few times, making it bounce a bit more, which got more giggles.
“Do you want more, teacher?” She drew out the more, so it sounded like moooooore.
Ah. I got it now. Turn about was fair play, I suppose. I grinned back at her. “Yes, I do.”
Sumin shook her head. “Say pleeeease…” She smirked. I guess she wanted revenge.
“Please suck my cock, Sumin.” I said, dutifully.
“Good boy!” she piped back and I had to laugh. She grabbed my cock once more and I groaned in pleasure. As her hand started up and down again she brought her face close, licked her lips, then sucked the head into her mouth making me twitch. “Oh, yes Sumin!” I exclaimed. Her tongue swirled around the fat swollen head of my cock and I vocalized my approval. Her hand began to move faster and her other hand was back at my balls hanging over the side of the bed, tugging on them. That I was still covered in her pussy juice didn’t seem to phase her at all. I was in heaven. Then with a pop, her mouth came free and her hands broke away.
“Gah!” I cried out, my dick needing no help from me to begin spasming. The lack of sensation was so acute that it was almost painful. I was gasping. I looked down at her and she had the biggest shit-eating, cat-ate-the-canary grin I’d ever seen on her face. “Sumin, please!” I cried, half laughing, half groaning. Loving my torture, she just wiggled a little and laughed.
“Teacher,” she started. “Is this my cock?”
Why that little… Laughing, I said, “Yes, baby, that is your cock.”
And once again, she squeaked back at me, “Good boy!”
My god, this girl was unbelievable. I didn’t even mind the role reversal. I’m only dominant like that situationally, it’s not a major kink. I’m more than happy to let my partner take control and Sumin had done it with no prompting from me. And that was just fine.
Finally, taking pity on me, she came back in and began the blow job in earnest. She started with my balls, sucking each one gently into her mouth while her hand continued to stroke. Then she gave a long lick up the underside and immediately swallowed down as far as she could. She couldn’t take it all, but she was trying. She made a gagging sound and backed off, but then came back in and tried some more. She couldn’t deep throat but I had no doubt she would learn eventually.
Watching this petite Korean girl, with her long silken black hair, tan skin, and chocolate-brown nipples take my cock as deep as she could was simply too much. My balls went hard and I cried out that I was cumming. Sumin’s mouth stopped but her hand kept working as I grabbed the back of her head and blasted my cum straight into her mouth. Sumin made a strangled ‘Mmmmmng!’ sound. She started choking a little as it shot right into the back of her throat but she never stopped or broke away.
I came so hard my vision went white for a moment, every muscle in my body tight with pleasure. “Sumin! Oh fuuuuck!” From somewhere beneath and in front of me I heard more ‘mmmmm!’ sounds as her mouth filled with shot after shot of my seed. “God!” I cried out and fell back onto my elbows. This caused a little bit of a painful stretch on my cock as it was still in Sumin’s mouth, but she rose up, never releasing it.
Once the pulsing stopped and I could catch my breath, I looked down to see the head of my cock still between her lips, which were pulled tight as she tried to grin without letting my cock slip out of her mouth. Now that I was looking at her, she contracted her lips and began to pull off the head of my cock but keeping a tight seal so as not to let any cum lose.
“Gaaaa!” I cried out and jerked as her tongue and lips passed over the head of my dick which was extremely sensitive after such a powerful orgasm. Once my dick popped free, it flipped up and smacked against my stomach. Sumin just stared up at me with a mouthful of cum. She opened her mouth to show me, and her tongue was coated in my thick white seed. Once she was sure I got a good eyeful, she closed her mouth and, with an audible sound, swallowed it. And she didn’t spill, just as she’d promised.
“Sumin, that was incredible.” I said, my breath still heaving. “Where did you learn that?”
Sumin visibly preened at the compliment. “I see that. In Japan porno movie. Japan girl always show tongue after she finish.” She licked her lips. “Did you like that, teacher?” She scooted forward as I sat back up, and she leaned against my left leg, letting her fingers trail over my semi-hard cock. She saw a fresh drop of cum at the head and caught it with a flick of her tongue.
“That might be one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had.” I said, honestly.
“Really? Don’t lie!” she chided.
“Really. It was amazing.” And I wasn’t lying.
There had been some teeth on occasion but she was much better than that first time. However, it wasn’t the skill that had put her into contention for greatest of all time, it was the eroticism of the whole thing. It was her pure sexuality. As I’ve mentioned before, she came at sex with such an open mind that the whole enterprise became care free. In chats and conversations we talked openly about what we each liked and how we wanted to please each other or do to each other, and there was no hesitation, no deception or shyness. She trusted me with her desires and I trusted her with mine.
I was pulled from my thoughts by the feeling of her warm lips kissing up and down my shaft. She was almost nuzzling my cock. Knowing that her knees had to be uncomfortable, I pulled her up to me and kissed her. Then we rolled back onto the bed amid sounds of squeals and laughter.
“Did you like teasing me?” I asked her as our skin cooled in the chill air from her a/c unit.
“Yes!” she said, enthusiastically. “I like it when you say please to me. And, it is my revenge!” Her hand, which was idly stroking my cock, squeezed as if to emphasize the word. I corrected her Korean use of the term, which sounds like boke-soo.
“We can do that anytime you want,” I told her. She smiled as she pondered some possibilities.
Chapter 7: What To Do Next
Now that we’d relieved some of the tension, the subject of conversation turned back to what to do about Jihyun. As we cuddled naked in bed, the room smelling of sex, she showed me her phone.
There were more texts that she hadn’t screen capped and she allowed me to scan through. I didn’t understand everything, they were using a lot of slang, but I got the gist of it.
Jihyun was very interested in the sexual aspect. After the first few salvos of questions, wherein Sumin admitted that I was her English teacher and we’d only started having sex in the last couple of weeks, it became overtly sexual. Jihyun asked about how often we’d had sex, where were we doing it, and perhaps most importantly, how was it. Did it hurt, were the stories true, and how big was my dick, etc. Sumin, to her credit, didn’t give much away.
Sumin admitted it had hurt a lot the first time but that I was slow and gentle and it doesn’t hurt now. She deflected the questions about how big my dick was and the frequency. I’ll admit to being proud about her confessions to Jihyun about how amazing the sex felt. And I will also admit I liked the glowing reviews she gave our sessions, even if she didn’t give specifics. It’s always nice to know one’s work is appreciated, after all.
I know she didn’t have anything to really compare it to, but she would one day and I hoped our time together would leave her with good memories. Sumin was showing herself to be an extremely sexual creature and I hoped she would have many more rewarding sexual experiences after me. Most importantly, I hoped I was teaching her what a healthy sexual relationship was, so that she would know she didn’t have to put up with any bullshit from guys in the future.
“What should we do, teacher?” I’d finally broken the habit of her making ‘should’ questions as a sentence.
“Do you want to tell her everything?” I inquired.
Sumin thought for a moment. “Jihyun is best friend and we sometimes talk about boy or sex. And she have sex before with boy from other school but she say it not fun. Usually we talk these things but I not talk much because I not have sex then.”
“Can you trust her?”
Again, there was a pause. “I think yes. She not tell anyone so I think your say is right. She will not tell to other people. She said she not do that. Just I worried.”
“Well, honey, she is your best friend. I wish she didn’t know, but she does. If you want to tell her I will trust you.”
“Really?” she seemed to doubt the sincerity of my words. “Isn’t it bad to talk about that?”
“I know some girls like to talk about their boyfriends with their friends and, like I said, she already knows that we’re together. You can tell her whatever you feel comfortable with, sweetheart.” I kissed the top of her disheveled head.”
As we lay there with the time fast approaching where I had to leave, her phone buzzed. She picked it up, unlocked it and checked. Sure enough, it was from Jihyun.
Jihyun: You had class today, right? Did you have sex again??? Kkkkkkk
Sumin looked up at me, wanting to know what to do.
“You can tell her,” I said. “If you want.”
Sumin: Yes…
Jihyun: (OMG)(OMG) Amazing! So amazing!
Sumin began typing at lightning speed, her fingers zipping back and forth over the Korean characters. As I read her message, she glanced at me before hitting send. I nodded my consent, smiling. I think deep down she was dying to tell someone.
Sumin: I sucked his dick, too… (blushing)
Jihyun: What!!!!! You’re crazy! K k k k k k k k k
Jihyun: What did it taste like? Did he shoot in your mouth?
And that’s how the conversation went for the next few minutes. Sumin didn’t share everything but considering that she was now the one with far more experience than her friend, she had the superior position with regards to sex and I think she was enjoying it. If what she’d said was true, her friend had had sex at least once with a boy whereas before the two of us, Sumin had only gotten a little handsy with one. In true Korean student fashion, apparently there was some competition involved. But at least with this, it seemed to be a friendly competition.
Right as I was getting out of bed to get ready to leave, Jihyun dropped a bombshell.
Jihyun: Can I take an English lesson with him, too?
Sumin’s eyes went wide and she looked up at me. I looked at the phone, double checking I understood the message, then looked back at Sumin.
Ummmm…
Chapter 8: Referrals
I mentioned before how I got new students. Because of my work visa and the law, I can’t advertise for private English lessons so all of my new students are referrals where one person shares my info with another who is looking for a teacher. Never did I expect to get referrals for my prowess in the bedroom. I mean, I’m not some Don Juan De La Nooch or some super cock. I just try to give at least as good as I get in the bedroom. But now, here we were.
After a very pregnant pause wherein neither of us spoke, Sumin began typing at speeds only teenagers seem to be able to achieve.
Sumin: You… want to study with Drew Teacher???
Hey, I’m Drew, by the way. Nice to meet you. Enjoying my little tale of Korean indiscretions? Hope so.
Jihyun: Would that be okay? You said he wasn’t your boyfriend…
Sumin looked up at me again, her face a mixture of emotions.
I finished buttoning my pants then sat down next to her on the bed, my mind racing. We both knew that Jihyun didn’t want to study, she wanted some of what Sumin was getting. But did I want to give it to her? Did Sumin want me to? Was she up for sharing and did I want to be shared? I mean, hell yeah I did but did I really? Then there was the increased risk factor. The more people that knew a secret, the more likely that secret was to get out. We were already walking a very thin line with Jihyun having the knowledge that she did. What if her mom had a habit of checking her phone, or she had a pervy little brother who liked to snoop on her and knew her phone login. I already knew that Sumin didn’t have siblings and her mom trusted her enough to mostly let her run around unsupervised, but I knew nothing about Jihyun’s situation.
“Sumin…” I began, haltingly. Fuck. I didn’t know what to do here. If I agreed, would that hurt Sumin’s feelings? Would she feel cheated on? And what if I refused and Jihyun got angry, would she tell someone to get revenge. A kind of ‘if I can’t have him no one can’ situation? I tried to continue.
“Do you want her to have a lesson with me?” No, that was wrong. This was no time for euphemisms. I asked again. “Do you want her to have sex with me? Because you know that’s what she wants.”
Sumin’s face creased with what? Concern? Sadness? Worry?
“I don’t know…” Her voice was a little quiet. “We are not couple but little have that feeling. And Jihyun is the my best friend. I want her to have good feeling with boy, too. Other boy was not give good feeling to her when she do sex with him.”
Her English was slipping bad, which was a sure sign that she was under stress. I put my arm around her and she rested her head on my shoulder. She continued.
“And you are very good teacher. English and… “ I heard the smile in her voice. “Sex.” I chuckled.
“If we say no, do you think she will be angry?” I probed.
Sumin contemplated for a few seconds. On the bed next to her, her phone buzzed with more message arrivals but she didn’t reach for it to check.
“I think maybe no,” she said, before continuing. “But I think maybe her feel is hurt. She is little like me. That why she d–” she caught herself. “That why she have sex with other boy. She really want to know about that so she pick that boy and they went to singing room for have sex. Later she say that was bad mistake. Little bit because of her I want to have sex with you and not with Korean boy.”
That made a lot of sense, actually. I thought back to that conversation we’d had just a couple of weeks ago where she talked about not wanting to have sex with a Korean boy. At the time Sumin said she’d read that some Korean boys weren’t so hot in the sack, but it looks like she had some information straight from the Rocky(H)’s mouth. She’d also mentioned that a ‘girl at her school’ had sex with a boy and now hearing about Jihyun I was fairly confident that that’s who she was talking about.
“But would you be hurt if she has sex with me? That’s more important to me.”
She sat up and searched my face, her dark brown eyes looking like deep pools of inky blackness in the fading light of the summer afternoon. Finally, she said, “If teacher have lesson with her will you still want lesson with me? Jihyun much prettier than me.”
Ooof. Okay, how to handle this one.
I cupped her cheek in my hand and looked straight into her eyes. “I don’t want to stop having lessons with you. I don’t care how pretty she is. She’s not you and you are very special to me.”
I actually saw her eyes moisten up. “Really? Promise?”
“I promise, Sumin.” I held up my hand to do the Korean-style pinkie swear. She laughed and sniffled a bit, then we pinkie swore and I kissed her. I grabbed a couple of tissues from the table by her bed and wiped the few tears away that had run down her cheeks.
Sumin reached behind her and picked up the phone, swiping it open and returning to Jihyun’s message window. There were a handful of messages waiting.
Jihyun: My mom wants me to practice my English anyway since I don’t go to an academy anymore. And I told her that your teacher was really good. So she said if I want, I can take a lesson with him. k k k k k k k k k
There had been no response for a few minutes while Sumin and I talked and Jihyun had sent another message.
Jihyun: Are you okay? Are you mad? (worried) (crying face)
Jihyun: Please don’t be angry! (crying face) [/i]If he’s really a boyfriend I won’t have a lesson with him! [/i]
Jihyun: (crying face)(crying face)
Looks like the delay had really freaked her out. Sumin started typing. She finished her sentence, but there was a pause before she hit send. Then her thumb tapped the screen.
Sumin: Sorry, we were talking. I’m not mad! Don’t worry! (hug emoticon)
Sumin: You can have a lesson with him, too (wink) (wink) k k k k k k k k k
Chapter 9: Group Class
After trading numbers I met with Jihyun’s mom the next day and we discussed the class and terms. I wasn’t sure exactly how this was going to work until her mother brought up the idea of a group class rather than two individual classes. I’m a fan of group classes because it’s almost double the money for the same amount of work. She then suggested having a two hour class with both girls instead of just the one hour class. Apparently she had already discussed it with Sumin’s mom. I couldn’t believe the sheer dumb luck of that. I told her the price would change, but it was still reasonable, and she accepted immediately.
I also had the chance to meet Jihyun for the first time. She was taller and much curvier than Sumin. Not fat but she had what Koreans sometimes call apple hips, which just meant a generous curve to her hips, and she had ample breasts. She was wearing a print t-shirt with a scene from, of all things, The Breakfast Club, the John Huges movie from 1985, and a pair of black shorts. The shirt had all four characters standing up on the table doing the dance along the second floor of the library where they all walk in unison. But her large teenage breasts pressed alluring against the fabric and stretched it slightly on the sides.
Where Sumin’s hair was long and black, Jihyun’s was much shorter, barely to her shoulders. Her face was–like her body–a little more filled out than Sumin’s was. Her cheeks rounder, her chin softer. If she was five years older she would be what we might refer to as voluptuous, or a little thicc, but as she was still a teenager, she was maybe just well-developed. I could definitely see why Sumin might be envious of her, though. Jihyun had the makings of a pin-up girl figure whereas Sumin was much thinner and toned. She was bordering on what Koreans would call fat, although their definition of that was much stricter than what Americans would use. She was fat compared to a runway model, but that’s it. She had a sort of sultry beauty to her features. The more I looked at her the more I imagined what I wanted to do to her. I suspect she was thinking the same thing.
See seemed a very energetic girl and through the whole interview she was blushing and eyeing me openly. I was a little worried her mom might get suspicious. But she only commented that Jihyun was acting strangely. I think it was just my paranoia getting the better of me. After all, why should she suspect that I’d be fucking her daughters brains out (or she fucking mine out) at our class next week?
With the arrangement made, information swapped, and the schedule set, all I had to do was wait.
Over the next week Sumin and I chatted a lot. More and more the topic centered around Jihyun joining the class and after her initial reluctance, she seemed to be getting into the idea.
Sumin: What will we do in class, teacher???
Me: We will be studying together…
Sumin: Will we all have sex together? (OMG)(OMG)
Me: I don’t know. Maybe? I have never done this before.
Sumin: (worried)(worried)(blush) I think teacher is pervert k k k k k k k k
She said it in Korean, which sounds like byun-tay.
Me: k k k k k k k k Maybe but I am your pervert. (wink) We will have to see what happens.
A photo came through of Sumin naked in her bed, laying on her side with one breast poking out into the air.
Sumin: I’m pervert too, teacher! K k k k k k k k k k k so horny right now.
Sumin: I think I want see you and Jihyun… I want her suck your dick too! K k k k k k k k k k (OMG)(OMG)
Me: lol yeah I think you’re a pervert too
I sent her a picture of me in front of the bathroom mirror with my cock proudly erect.
Me: Tell me what you want to do with my cock.
She did.
As I sat in my car outside Sumin’s building the following Saturday, I tried to figure out just how I’d ended up in this position. In less than a month’s time my life had turned completely upside down. I went from a paid-by-the-hour English teacher to having the most amazing sex with a stunning, intelligent, vivacious teenage girl who was now sharing me with her friend who could pass for a pin-up girl without much effort. Maybe I’d died and gone to a sexy teacher heaven where the educational drudgery stayed the same but the benefits improved significantly upon death?
My fingers drummed nervously on my steering wheel as I tried to calm myself down or psych myself up. I couldn’t figure out which. “You can do this,” I told myself. “It’s no big deal.” As you can see, I was nervous. Could I really pull this off? Why was I already not deported? This was so fucking stupid. So dangerous. Yeah, I wanted to do this. It was like a dream come true, but I was also nervous at the prospect. Two chicks at the same time, man. Right? How many guys would turn that down? I knew it happened to other people but it had never happened to me.
I took a deep breath and got out of the car and walked towards the building.
Buzzing myself in, I rode the elevator up with a young mother and her toddler son. The kid stared at me openly while holding his mother’s hand. She was content to ignore me as she lazily scanned her phone. They got out on 20 and I continued to 23.
“Our door code is 4561,” had been Sumin’s message earlier that day. “Come to my room.”
They were planning something. Throughout the week the two girls had been chatting almost non-stop about the coming lesson. From what Sumin was telling me, she was feeling much more confident about the class as the idea settled in. She talked a lot about what she wanted to show Jihyun. She seemed to be taking on the role of tutor and she said she was giving Jihyun a lot of advice. Jihyun, she said, was excited but very nervous. There’s theory and then there’s practice, after all.
I activated the electronic keypad on her door, punched in the number, and the lock disengaged. No, my fingers weren’t trembling, thank you very much. I entered into a darkened apartment, the only sound was the a/c whirring in the living room. No lights were on and the curtains were drawn. Spooky.
I walked through the entrance, leaving my shoes behind, and turned left past the coat closet to Sumin’s bedroom door, which was partially open. I could see the light from her night stand lamp and hear whispers. Knocking, I slowly pushed the door open.
Both girls were standing there in a matching lingerie set. It was a deep burgundy red with a sheer lace covering over their breasts and crotch. Looks like they’d gone shopping. Together, this time. I can only imagine what the sales clerk thought.
They were standing side-by-side with Jihyun on the left and Sumin on the right. They had their hands behind their backs and both girls were pushing their chests out slightly. And Jihyun’s breasts were just as full and amazing as I’d imagined. They were a healthy handful and my mouth practically watered at the thought of sucking on those nipples. I’ve always been a boob guy.
I looked them up and down, trying to burn the image into my brain. This would be spank bank material until I died. I could see the dark patch between their legs and, oddly enough, Jihyun’s bush was noticeably smaller. It looked like she trimmed it. I could feel my cock straining the front of my shorts and I had to reach down and adjust it to relieve some of the pressure. This appeared to break the spell. Sumin spoke first.
“Hello, teacher.” Her smile was huge. “We get ready for you.” She raised her hands up over her head, stretching her torso, then wiggled her hips before spinning around, giving me the full 360 degree view. “Do you like our new panties?”
“You look amazing,” I stammered. “You both look absolutely beautiful.” Sumin simply smiled but Jihyun, who still hadn’t said a word, blushed a deep crimson and averted her gaze.
Sumin noticed and said quietly in Korean. , “Don’t be shy. He told me he thought you were very pretty. Say hi!
I broke the tension first, having understood her just fine. “Hi, Jihyun.” I smiled at her.
She dipped her head in a slight bow and said quietly “Hello, Drew Teacher.” Her voice was almost a whisper.
“Teacher,” Sumin began. “I think she is very shy.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “We can go slow. And you told her she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to, right?
“Yes, teacher.” Sumin nodded. “I tell her that already. I told her you are gentleman.”
I stepped into the room, dropping my bag at the door, and walked up to Sumin. I took her in my arms, her skin cool against my bare arms, and kissed her deeply. I slipped my hands down her back and palmed her ass and she purred deep in her throat. When we broke apart, I saw Jihyun off to the side, watching us intently. She looked both like she wanted me to kiss her but was also afraid that I would. I held out my hand for Sumin’s and did the same for Jihyun, who slowly placed hers in mine. Then I walked them both over to the bed and sat them down. I went over to Sumin’s small desk and pulled out her chair.
“Let’s talk first,” I said. Sumin looked a little disappointed, I think because she had gotten all dressed up. Seeing this, I said “I think this was a good idea, but maybe too fast for Jihyun. Maybe she’s not ready for this just yet.”
Sumin thought over what I said, then she looked a little embarrassed, realizing her mistake. “Sorry, teacher!” Then she turned to Jihyun and spoke rapidly in Korean. “Is he right? Are you okay? Did I make you feel bad? I’m so sorry!
Jihyun shook her head. “No!” She paused. Well, maybe a little. I wanted to look sexy and I thought this would be okay but… Now he’s here and I’m a little scared. I don’t know what to do!”
I brought my hand up. “Jihyun, you don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable. You can put your clothes back on if you want to. I think maybe this is a little fast for you.”
She nodded. “Little. But,” she added quickly. “I want… study today!”
“Okay,” I told her. “We can. But I want you to feel comfortable and safe. You’ve had sex before, right?”
Jihyun nodded and I asked her to tell me about it. What she told me, in a mixture of Korean and English, was that she’d had sex only once with a boy from a neighboring school. It happened about six months ago. They’d met downtown and gone to a singing room. They’d had sex but she said there was no oral, very little foreplay, and his dick was so small she could barely feel it. From start to finish the whole thing lasted barely ten minutes, of which the sex was only a few minutes of that total time. He’d pawed her breasts so hard that she had bruises afterwards. Japanese pornos strike again. Seriously, what’s up with the breast pawing?
After that, they’d awkwardly sung a few songs, he asked her if they could have sex again, to which she declined feigning soreness, and then they’d left. She said they messaged a few times after that but after a week she had tried to put the whole thing behind her and stopped talking to him. She was extremely disappointed after having it built up in her mind to such a high degree.
Since that weekend last winter, she hadn’t tried to sleep with anyone and hadn’t even dated. Not that she had a lot of time with her study schedule, even if she’d wanted to. I did learn that a couple of weeks after she’d had sex with the boy, a few of his friends suddenly started messaging her, asking to meet and she realized that he’d told his friends that she was a girl willing to have sex. She’d cursed at them and then blocked them. She was furious that he’d told his friends, which he of course denied, and then she blocked him, too. So she didn’t exactly have a good first time experience. But then, when Sumin had told her just how much fun she was having, that the sex might actually be good, she had really wanted to try it. So she was scared but determined.
Through this whole story Sumin had sat next to her best friend looking sympathetic and had reached out to hold her hand. She knew the whole thing already, of course.
“So,” I asked delicately, “What would you like to do today?”
Jihyun looked at Sumin, then looked at me. “Maybe I can little watch first?”
I looked at Sumin, who looked back at me. She nodded. “It’s okay,” Sumin confirmed.
“It’s okay with me,” I said. Jihyun smiled, looking relieved. I turned back to Sumin. “What should we show her?”
“I want you to lick my pussy, teacher.” Sumin grinned wickedly. “I always think about your tongue.”
When your sexy as hell Korean student tells you she wants you to lick her pussy while her hot-as-fuck best friend watches, you lick her pussy.
“Do you want to watch that?” I asked Jihyun. I don’t think she fully understood what was about to happen given that she didn’t have about a month of sex and sexting to pick up the language, but she nodded anyway, her eyes wide. Her nipples, the areolas much larger than Sumin’s, were a pale tan beneath the see-through fabric of her bra and the nipples were large and fat with arousal.
I turned back to Sumin and said, “I would love to lick your pussy, sweety.”
“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed, and giggled.
I stood up and pulled off my t-shirt and Sumin sat forward on the bed and went to work on my pants, first undoing the belt, then the button and zipper, before sliding them down, boxer briefs and all. My dick was so hard that she had to yank on the waistband of the boxers to get it over the bulge. But finally it was free and I uttered a sigh of relief.
Jihyun gasped at the sight which got a smile out of Sumin. Glancing over at her, Sumin asked “Should I lick it?”
“Doesn’t it taste bad”
“Nope!” Sumin replied. “Drew Teacher always takes a shower before he comes over and it’s very clean.” She brought up a finger and collected some of the copious amounts of precum that was running from my cock like a fountain. She turned her gaze back to me and slowly brought her finger to her mouth, smiling as she swallowed.
“Yummy,” she said. My dick twitched. Then she leaned forward and sucked half my cock into her mouth in one gulp, applied a lot of suction, then pulled herself back off my cock with an audible popping sound.
“Fuuuck!” I cried out, laughing. The little show-off!
“Uh-muh!” Jihyun said at the same time, which is a Korean equivalent of ‘oh my god’ or ‘oh shit’. “You really put it in your mouth!” And she giggled.
“I really like teacher’s cock,” Sumin said. “But first I want him lick my pussy.” Giving my cock a couple of strokes she got back up onto the bed and laid down, her legs still dangling over the side. She crooked her finger and made a little ‘come here’ gesture. I loved it when she did this; when she told me exactly what she wanted. I can’t speak for other guys but almost none of the adult women I’ve been with would ever say directly, even when I encouraged them.
I grabbed a pillow from her bed and placed it on the ground between her legs, then settled down on my knees. I began to kiss up her thighs and I saw Jihyun move closer to see what was going on. I pushed my nose into her pussy, the lace of her panties scratching me a little, and breathed her in. The warm smell of her pussy made my cock twitch again. I kissed her all around, pushing my tongue into the fabric, teasing her. Sumin brought her hands to the back of my head and pushed me in harder while thrusting her hips up.
“Who’s pussy is this,” I asked Sumin.
“Mmmm, it’s your pussy, teacher,” she answered without hesitation, her voice low and heavy with desire.
I slipped my hands under the waistband of her panties and began to pull them off. After a little bit of maneuvering, I dropped them to the ground. Sumin watched me eagerly, her body propped up on her elbows as I brought my face in close. I saw her reach her right hand over and grab Jihyun’s hand and Sumin gave her a big smile. Jihyun had a look of astonishment on her face but she was engrossed in the whole scene.
I hardened the tip of my tongue and placed it at the base of her pussy and brought it up slowly. Sumin gasped and shuddered and her body flopped back down on the bed. “Yeesssss, teacher!”
I drank her in, sliding my tongue deep into her pussy and thrust as deeply as I could. She writhed on the bed as I shifted my attention back to her clit, alternating between circling it with my tongue, then flicking it directly. I brought my fingers up and inserted one into her, curling it up and locating her g-spot. Her back arched up and she placed both hands on the back of my head again as she cried out. “Teacher! There! There!” Sumin was incredibly turned on and it didn’t take her long to reach orgasm. As I felt her getting close I once more sucked her clit into my mouth while my finger stimulated her from the inside, and she exploded. She pulled my head hard into her pussy as she shuddered and thrashed. Her muscles contracted around my finger and I stopped moving entirely, letting the pleasure wash over her.
Once she had collapsed back onto the bed and her grip loosened on the back of my head, I looked over at Jihyun who looked stunned.
“Unni, are you alright?[/] Jihyun asked, astonishment and just a twinge of fear in her voice. Unni is a term Koreans use for an older female friend. It sort of translates as sister but not related. I’d never asked before, but that meant that Sumin was older than Jihyun. It wouldn’t matter even if it was just a month or two, they would still use the honorific.
“[i]I’m great.” Sumin said, languidly. “You should let Drew Teacher lick you, too.”
I surreptitiously wiped my face while Jihyun was paying attention to Sumin. I didn’t want to freak her out unnecessarily. Sumin didn’t care about the wetness, she even seemed to get off on it a little bit, but Jihyun was dealing with enough already and wasn’t sure how she’d respond to that. Better safe than sorry.
“It feels so good! Sumin continued. “You’ll love it!”
Jihyun looked at me, then back to Sumin, then nodded. “Okay….”
“Are you sure,” I asked her, trying to sound reassuring.
After a few seconds she nodded once more, then said, “Yes. I sure.” She gave me a small smile as Sumin guided her down to the bed. She was talking softly to her, encouraging her and telling her what to expect.
Jihyun assumed the same position Sumin had, her body lying across the width of the bed with her legs hanging over the side. Sumin was tucked in next to her, holding her hand as she watched me with a strange smile on her face. And was that… lust? Envy?. I settled between her legs just as before and started slowly.
I caressed her legs, which made her jerk slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Next I began by kissing the inside of her knees, then moving farther up. I could feel her muscles trembling with what I assumed was nervousness and I could hear her shuddering breaths.
“Are you okay,” I asked her. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” came her quick reply. “Just little…” she struggled for the word. “Nervous.” And she chuckled. “Unni, what am I doing? Oh my god!”
I continued forward until I got to the center of her legs, her teenage pussy just in front of my nose covered by her new panties. I placed a kiss right over the top where her clit hid beneath the fabric and the folds of her pussy, which elicited a little squeak from her, then I moved off to the sides, kissing and licking that spot where her legs joined her hips. I spent a couple of minutes kissing, rubbing, and sucking on all that delicious flesh until her hips were arching up in anticipation. That’s what I was waiting for.
“I’m going to take off your panties now,” I told her.
“Okay,” Jihyun said quietly. She raised her hips and I pulled the fabric over the generous curve of her ass, then slid them down her legs. Finally, her pussy was in full view. And as I suspected, I could see evidence of her trimming it down along the sides. I wondered when she’d started doing that and why?
As I moved in and prepared, I could still hear Sumin whispering to her, telling her how good it was going to be, not to worry, she could stop at any time if she wanted to and I wouldn’t be mad. She was turning out to be an excellent teacher’s assistant.
I kissed the skin just to the sides of her pussy, which I could see was already wet, and let her acclimate to the idea that there was a guy between her legs about to lick her bare pussy. Then, as with Sumin, I hardened my tongue and licked from the bottom all the way to the top.
“Uh-muh uh-muh!” Jihyun cried out and she pulled away from my probing tongue, before I heard her giggle. Sumin joined her. I didn’t press, just waited for a second.
“Do you want more?” I asked her, kissing her thighs as I waited.
“Yes, teacher.” she said, her voice husky. I slipped my hands under her legs, bringing them up over the top so I could grip her more firmly.
“Teacher, it so sexy!” Sumin said, and I glanced up to see her grinning down at me. “I like see you do that.”
I winked at her, and set to work. I brought my tongue back and placed it at her small opening, pushing in slowly. This time, instead of her pulling away, she pushed into my tongue, trying to get it in deeper. The room was filled with the sound of her exclamations and cries as things she’d never felt before washed over her senses.
I noticed too that she tasted different than Sumin did. Sumin had almost no flavor, assuming she was freshly washed. Jihyun’s was more… I guess acidic is the right word. She didn’t taste bad at all, but there was a slight tang that I didn’t notice with Sumin. I suppose that was true with all women, I’d honestly never thought about it before, but licking two pussies back to back allowed for comparison.
I pulled her tight into my face as my tongue pushed as deep into her hole as I could. My nose was right up against her clit and I tried to stimulate it as best as I could but it was hit or miss between my head moving and her hips bucking. I reached one hand up for her breast and found a hand already there. I knew it wasn’t Jihyun’s because both of her hands were on the back of my head. Bringing my eyes up I could see Sumin with a tit in her mouth! While I was busy with Jihyun’s pussy, Sumin had leaned over Jihyun, pulled down her bra and was sucking Jiyun’s right nipple into her mouth, her other hand massaging the left one. Sumin’s other hand was between her legs, rubbing her own pussy. Christ, I almost came right there. Sumin saw me looking and flashed me a wicked smile, Jihyun’s nipple still between her teeth, then resumed her task.
Jihyun was uttering a long strings of ‘uh-muhs’ and oh my gods, and her body began to tense up. Her orgasm was approaching. I could hear her gasp and I heard Sumin begin to moan her pleasure also, her mouth never breaking with Jihyun’s supple breast. I shifted my attention upwards to her clit and moved my right hand to her opening, sliding one finger in. It was tight, much like Sumin had been that first time, and I didn’t want to try for two. With my tongue flicking her clit, Sumin’s mouth on her breast, and my finger deep inside her, she came.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!” she cried out as what might have been her first ever orgasm tore through her body. Her hips jerked convulsively and I pulled my face back, but my finger stayed inside her. One of her arms reached up and gripped Sumin’s head, holding her tight to her chest as her body shuddered. As Jihyun’s orgasm began to recede, Sumin’s hit her and I saw her hips twitch as she fingered herself to completion. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
Jihyun’s body went limp and Sumin sat up, also a little glassy-eyed. She looked at me, then at Jihyun’s exposed breasts, and then looked embarrassed. Jihyun, coming out of her haze, realized fully what had happened. I think in the heat of the moment she hadn’t really registered that her best friend had started sucking on her tits but looking at her bra and the wetness still around her nipple, she stared for a moment, then looked at Sumin, then they both laughed. Jihyun slapped her lightly on the arm. “Yah! I’m not a lesbian!
Sumin tweaked her nipple. “Neither am I! And they laughed together. “I just want to taste that.”
“Did you like it?” I asked them, and looked at both Sumin and Jihyun.
“I don’t know!” Sumin said, blushing.
“I don’t know, either!” Jihyun echoed. And they both succumbed to fits of laughter. Jihyun was getting a lot of firsts today.
As fun as it was, my cock was about to burst. I pulled Sumin to me, and we kissed passionately, letting her taste her best friend on my lips. If that bothered her, she didn’t show it. Already knowing what I wanted, her hand found my cock and began to stroke. I reached for Jihyun who sat up beside Sumin and I kissed her, too. Slowly at first, then a little more forcefully. I felt another hand on my cock and broke away to see Sumin guiding Jihyun’s hand. Jihyun looked down too, almost in awe as she began to move on her own.
“It big, teacher!” Jihyun said. I just smiled. I stepped away from the bed and had them each get on their knees in front of me.
“Sumin, why don’t you show her what to do?” I suggested.
“Yes, teacher.” She was using her cutesy voice.
Sumin proceeded to explain to her in Korean about what she should do. I heard her explain that it will be a little hard at first until she practices more, that her jaw will get tired and that she should watch out for teeth. She said they would take turns so if Jihyun got tired, she would take over.
Jihyun took the center position, her hand gliding awkwardly up my shaft, and with Sumin massaging her tits from behind, she brought her tongue to my cock. She licked up a bit of precum experimentally, just as Sumin had that first time. Sumin leaned in behind her and said, “Put his dick in your mouth as far as you can.”
Jihyun obeyed and I groaned loudly as her hot mouth swallowed my cock. “Oh fuuuuuck!” as my hips pushed forward. Jihyun immediately gagged and pulled back, but with comforting words whispered in her ear by Sumin, she resumed. Her hand worked the shaft and her mouth stayed on the top half of my dick as she tried to get a rhythm going. Every time I got close, her teeth would nick me. I didn’t say anything though, I didn’t want to discourage her. There wasn’t a lot of sensation as she only had a rough idea of what she should be doing. She was just figuring out how to apply suction when her jaw started to cramp up.
“Teacher,” she said at last. “Mouth hurt.” And she gave a frown. No one gets it right the first time.
I bent down to kiss her gently. “You did great!” I told her.
“Teacher, me!” Sumin jumped in. To Jihyun, she said, “ Lick him here. Gently, though.” Sumin pointed to my balls. She nudged her forward and I watched as Jihyun positioned herself slightly in front of Sumin and tentatively took one of my balls into her mouth while Sumin gobbled my cock down. She was eager to swallow my cock. My body rocked back and forth as she did her best to swallow my whole length. Her other hand was between her legs again, rubbing her pussy furiously and Jihyun was licking my balls. I could have died a happy man right there.
This only went on for about a minute before I felt my orgasm approaching. “I’m going to cum!” I announced, grunting in ecstasy. Sumin pulled off my dick with a pop and her hand started stroking furiously.
“Teacher, our face!” she urged and grabbed Jihyun, pressing her face close to hers. Jihyun squealed and looked a little panicked but Sumin knew exactly what she wanted and knew how much I liked cumming on her face. My back arched, I threw my head back, and cum exploded out of my cock. “Ooooh my god!” I yelled, almost falling over. Sumin’s hand had never stopped. My body shuddered and I heard the cries of both girls as my dick spasmed again and again. Finally I did lose my balance and my hand shot out, grabbing onto the Sumin’s desk chair as I sat down heavily, the cheap fabric scratching my bare ass, and my breath coming in deep gasps. I stared down at the sight before me.
“Oh my god!” I heard Jihyun cry. “It’s all over my face!” She half whimpered, half laughed. Sumin started straight up laughing.
Jihyun had a lot of cum on her face and so did Sumin. She had aimed well. She was already scooping it up off her face and chest and putting it in her mouth. She urged Jihyun to do the same. “You should try to eat it all,” Sumin advised, grinning as she cleaned herself off.
As for Jihyun she had recovered from the shock of her first facial and had started to mimic Sumin. She was uncertain at first, but after a couple of finger-fulls of my seed, she decided it wasn’t that bad, and continued. Sumin, mostly clean, began to help her, scooping a good bit off of Jihyun’s right breast and slowly feeding it to her. “Eat until it’s clean! she giggled, as Jihyun sucked the cum off her finger.
“Yah!” Jihyun scolded her, laughing. “You crazy bitch!” But she continued to let Sumin feed her my cum. Sumin moaned as Jihyun sucked her fingers clean.
I got up then, my legs weak, and stood over to them. Cum was still slowly dripping out of my cock and I held it out in front of them, Jihyun first. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, and understood what I wanted. Like a good student, she stuck out her tongue and collected the cum, then wrapped her full lips around the head of my cock, nursing like a baby with a bottle.
“Good girl,” I cooed to her, sliding my semi-hard cock deeper into her mouth. I saw Sumin looking at my cock hungrily, so I pulled out of Jihyun’s mouth and placed my cock on her waiting tongue. I watched with fascination as she slowly swirled her tongue around it and then sank almost my entire length into her mouth, never breaking eye contact.
“You’re both very good students,” I said to them. Sumin batted her eye lashes at me, my cock still sliding in and out of her mouth, and Jihyun smiled as well, blushing. “Thank you, teacher.”
My god, I was in heaven.