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Taetae's Pussy Pumps My Flat Tyre
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The late afternoon sun beat down on Jeon Jeongguk's sweat-slicked back as he pedaled furiously, the rhythmic click-click of his bike chain the only sound breaking the suburban silence. His mind was a frantic mess of teenage hormones, replaying glimpses of his impossibly sexy new neighbor, Kim Taehyung, everyone calls him Taetae… the sway of hips beneath thin fabric, the hint of softness beneath a loose t-shirt that defied logic Jeongguk clung to. Then, disaster... a sharp hiss, a violent wobble, and the bike lurched sideways, dumping him unceremoniously onto the hot asphalt right outside Kim Taehyung's pristine white picket fence.
Pain flared in his scraped knee, but it was instantly drowned out by the mortifying realization of where he'd landed. His eyes darted up, scanning the house desperately, praying the object of his fevered fantasies hadn't witnessed his clumsy fall. The driveway was empty, the curtains drawn. Relief warred with a strange, sharp pang of disappointment.
"Fucking piece of shit..." Jeongguk hissed, kicking the limp tire with a frustrated grunt. The puncture was undeniable, a gaping wound in the rubber. Panic flared… stranded right here. He needed air, fast. Spotting a bicycle pump leaning against the garage door like a beacon, hope surged. He scrambled over the fence, ignoring the scrape on his shin, and hammered the doorbell with frantic urgency.
Ding-dong... Ding-dong... Ding-dong...
Silence answered each frantic chime.
"Come on, anyone..." he muttered, pounding the button harder, his knuckles whitening.
"Just need the fucking pump, assholes... Open up..."
Still nothing.
The house felt unnervingly still. He tried the knob on impulse. Unlocked. It swung inward with a soft creak
"Hello? Kim-ssi?" he called out hesitantly, stepping into the dim, cool hallway. Then he heard it... a low, guttural groan, thick with exertion, vibrating through the floorboards from deeper within the house. It wasn't painful sound. It was… primal. His breath hitched.
Driven by a morbid, electric curiosity that overrode every shred of sense, Jeongguk crept down the hall towards the sound. It grew louder, punctuated by wet, rhythmic slaps and ragged gasps. He paused outside a half-open bedroom door, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Peering through the crack, the air vanished from his lungs.
Kim Taehyung lay sprawled naked on rumpled silk sheets, bathed in the golden light filtering through the blinds. Massive, heavy tits spilled from his grasp, one hand roughly kneading the swollen flesh, pinching a dark nipple until it stood taut. The other hand was a blur, furiously plunging a thick, glistening long cucumber deep into the slick, gaping hole between his spread thighs… a cunt that pulsed obscenely around the invading vegetable with each brutal thrust.
"Ohhhh, fuck… yes… deeper, you filthy whore cucumber… stuff me full.aaahhhh.." Taehyung moaned, his voice raw and desperate, arching his back off the bed, sweat gleaming on his trembling stomach. The vulgarity of the act, the sheer need radiating from him, was paralyzing.
Jeongguk stood frozen, rooted to the spot, his brain short-circuiting. Every drop of blood in his body seemed to surge downwards with violent force. His cock, already semi-hard from weeks of stolen glances and fevered fantasies about those hips, that smile, instantly transformed into an iron rod straining against the confines of his jeans.
The denim felt agonizingly tight, the fabric rasping against the swollen, throbbing head. A strangled gasp escaped him, loud in the sudden silence as Taehyung’s frantic movements paused. Wide, startled eyes, dark with lust and shock, snapped towards the doorway, locking onto Jeongguk’s horrified, utterly transfixed face. The cucumber, slick with thick juices, slipped halfway out of that stretched, dripping slit with a wet schlick.
Jeongguk’s jaw hung slack, utterly useless… looking at the length of the cucumber that slipped halfway. His entire world narrowed to the obscene tableau before him – the glistening cunt, the heavy tits, the dildo like vegetable – and the unbearable, painful erection tenting his pants, demanding release.
Taehyung’s shock melted instantly, replaced by a predatory, feral hunger that burned hotter than the afternoon sun. His nostrils flared, scenting the raw, virile musk radiating from Jeongguk’s trapped cock like a bitch in heat. A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest as his tongue, thick and pink, snaked out, dragging slowly over his plump lower lip, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. His eyes, dilated black pools of pure lust, raked down Jeongguk’s trembling frame, zeroing in on the massive bulge straining obscenely against the fly of his jeans.
“Fuuuuuck,” Taehyung groaned, the sound dripping with desperate need. “Look at that fucking monster tentpole, baby boy. Been staring at my tits through your window for like… uh…. weeks, haven’t ya? Dreaming about this my slutty cunt?” He abandoned the cucumber entirely, letting it thud wetly onto the sheets.
One hand slid down his sweat-slicked stomach, fingers plunging deep into his gaping hole with a lewd squelch. “See what ya doing to me? Making this greedy whore-pussy drip fucking rivers...” He pumped his fingers furiously, juices coating his knuckles. “Smell that cunt-stink, pup? Smell how fucking hungry I am for that fat fucking cock? Get your filthy ass over here… little boy... Need that fuckmeat now, before I rip those pants off with my teeth...”
The vulgar command, the raw display of dripping need, shattered Jeongguk’s paralysis. A wave of pure, degenerate heat flooded him, drowning out any shred of hesitation. He stumbled forward, fumbling frantically with his belt buckle, fingers clumsy with lust. The metallic clink echoed in the room.
“Fuck… fuck yes, I need that fucking dripping cunt… little boy? You called me little boy…. You will see how big my boy is… You whore slut,” he choked out, his voice thick and ragged. He shoved his jeans and boxers down past his hips in one desperate motion, freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick, flushed crimson, veins pulsing, pre-cum already beading copiously at the swollen slit.
The sight made Taehyung whimper, a high-pitched, needy sound.
“Holy shit, look at that fucking battering ram...” Taehyung panted, spreading his thighs obscenely wide, presenting his glistening, stretched hole like an offering. “Come on, ya fucking stallion... Ram that fuck-pole into this sloppy cunt... Stuff me ‘til I choke on it... Wanna feel that fat fucking head split me open... Fuck me raw, pup... Make this bitch-sleeve scream...”
Jeongguk needed no further urging. Driven by primal instinct and weeks of pent-up, filthy desire, he lunged onto the bed. His hands, rough and eager, grabbed Taehyung’s thick thighs, hauling him closer. The head of his cock, slick with pre-cum, bumped against the swollen, dripping folds. Taehyung arched his back, shoving his hips up violently.
“YES... FUCK ME... SHOVE IT ALL IN, YOU FUCKING ANIMAL... BREAK THIS CUNT...” With a guttural roar, Jeongguk obeyed. He slammed his hips forward, burying his entire length in one brutal, unforgiving thrust. The tight, wet heat engulfed him, impossibly hot and slick. Taehyung’s scream was pure ecstasy, tearing from his throat as his cunt stretched obscenely around the invading girth, juices gushing out around the base.
“FUCK... FUCK... SO FUCKING FULL... TEAR THIS WHORE APART...” Taehyung babbled, clawing at Jeongguk’s back, his massive tits bouncing wildly with the force of the penetration. Jeongguk gasped, stars exploding behind his eyes at the overwhelming sensation – the velvet vice grip, the lewd squelching sounds, the sheer, degenerate perfection of being buried balls-deep in the forbidden cunt of his neighbor. He pulled back slowly, savoring the drag, then slammed home again, harder, deeper, setting a punishing rhythm that made the bedframe screech against the floorboards.
But then, abruptly, Jeongguk stopped. He pulled his cock all the way out with a wet, sucking pop, leaving Taehyung’s gaping hole clenching frantically around nothing but air. Taehyung whimpered, a desperate, broken sound. “No... NO... FUCKING PUT IT BACK... SHOVE IT IN... PLEASE...” he begged, thrashing on the sheets, his cunt visibly pulsing, dripping juices onto the silk. Jeongguk just grinned, a predatory, filthy smirk spreading across his face. He shuffled back slightly, kneeling between Taehyung’s spread legs. His cock stood proud, glistening with Taehyung’s slick, veins throbbing angrily. He wrapped his fist tight around the base, knuckles white.
“Wanna see something pretty, Tae?” he growled, his voice thick with lust. He started pumping his fist up and down the thick shaft with brutal, rapid strokes.
Schlick…. Schlick…. Schlick…
The filthy, wet sound echoed in the room. Pre-cum sprayed in thick ropes, landing on Taehyung’s trembling stomach and heaving breasts. Jeongguk threw his head back, groaning low and deep, his hips bucking into his own fist. “Fuck yeah… feels so fucking good… watching you drip for it like a bitch in heat…”
Taehyung watched, transfixed, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. His own hands flew to his neglected cunt, fingers plunging deep inside himself, fucking himself furiously as he stared at Jeongguk's masturbation. “FUCK... LOOK AT THAT FAT FUCK-STICK... SO FUCKING THICK... PUMP IT, YOU FILTHY BASTARD... MAKE IT SPURT FOR ME...” he screamed, his voice ragged.
He pinched his own nipples hard, twisting them cruelly, adding sharp jolts of pain to the overwhelming arousal.
“SEE THIS SLOPPY HOLE? SEE HOW IT’S CLENCHING FOR YOU? STARVING FOR THAT FUCK-MEAT... NEED THAT FAT COCKHEAD RAMMED BACK INSIDE... STUFF ME ‘TIL I CHOKE , YOU FUCKING TEASE...”
He spread his labia wide with both hands, exposing the glistening, pink depths, juices streaming down his thighs.
“LOOK AT IT... LOOK HOW EMPTY IT IS... PUT YOU Fucking LOG BACK IN MY CUNT-SHEATH, JEONGGUK... STOP PLAYIN’ WITH IT AND FUCK ME...”
Jeongguk laughed, a dark, dirty chuckle. He slowed his strokes, squeezing the swollen head teasingly, milking another thick bead of pre-cum that dripped onto Taehyung’s inner thigh. “Nah… nah, Tae… you wanna see it,” he rasped, his breathing harsh. He resumed pumping, faster now, his fist a blur on his slick shaft.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick.
“Look at it… fucking dripping for ya… dripping ‘cause it knows what a greedy slut-cunt you got… begging to be stuffed…” He leaned forward slightly, letting the flushed tip hover mere inches above Taehyung’s spasming entrance. Taehyung bucked his hips wildly, trying to impale himself on it, but Jeongguk pulled back just in time.
“FUCK YOU... FUCKING PUT IT IN... STOP TORTURIN’ THIS WHORE...” Taehyung shrieked, tears of frustration mixing with sweat on his cheeks. He slammed three fingers knuckle-deep into his cunt, fucking himself desperately, the wet slaps echoing Jeongguk’s furious strokes.
“PLEASE... I’M DYING HERE... RAM THAT FUCK-POLE BACK INTO MY SLUT-BOX... BREED ME... FILL ME UP WITH YOU FILTH...” His pleas dissolved into incoherent, needy whimpers, his body trembling violently, consumed by the agonizing denial. Jeongguk just grinned wider, pumping harder, the slap of his fist against his groin a relentless, vulgar counterpoint to Taehyung’s frantic cries.
"Need this cock, Taetae slut?" Jeongguk snarled, his voice thick with dominance. He abruptly stopped pumping and reared back. With a sharp CRACK, he slapped his heavy, veined cock down hard onto Taehyung’s left nipple, the wet flesh flattening under the impact. Pre-cum sprayed instantly, thick ropes splattering across the swollen tit, painting it pearly white.
"AHHH... FUCK YES..." Taehyung screamed, arching violently. His head snapped up and down in frantic, desperate nods, his tongue lolling obscenely out of his mouth like a rabid bitch. "NEED IT... NEED THAT FAT FUCK-STICK... PLEASE, MASTER... GIVE IT TO THIS SLUT..." Before Taehyung could recover, Jeongguk’s cock whipped across again, CRACK..., smacking the other nipple brutally, spraying another hot jet of pre-cum onto the trembling udder. Taehyung’s body convulsed, his eyes rolling back, pure ecstasy twisting his features.
"YESSSS... MORE... MARK YOU WHORE... SPRAY YOUR FILTH ON MY TITS..." He panted, drool pooling beneath his hanging tongue. Jeongguk chuckled darkly, watching the thick precum drip down the curves of Taehyung’s heaving breasts. "Fucking pretty…" he growled, "My fuck-spunk decorating those slut-mounds…"
But Jeongguk wasn't done. His eyes flicked to the discarded cucumber lying slick and glistening beside Taehyung’s hip. Still rhythmically slapping his cock against Taehyung’s abused nipples
thwack... thwack…
Sending fresh spurts of pre-cum splattering across the slick flesh, Jeongguk snatched up the vegetable. He held it aloft, dripping with Taehyung’s own thick, musky slick. A low groan escaped Taehyung as he watched, mesmerized, his cunt clenching involuntarily around his own fingers.
"Fuck…" Jeongguk breathed, his eyes locked on Taehyung’s desperate face. Slowly, deliberately, he dragged his tongue along the entire length of the cucumber, lapping up every trace of Taehyung’s juices. He savored the taste, groaning deep in his chest. "Mmm… fucking delicious…" he murmured, his tongue swirling obscenely around the tip, sucking it clean. "Tastes like desperation… tastes like a slut-starved cunt…" He licked his lips, staring directly into Taehyung’s wide, horrified, utterly aroused eyes. "Fucking depraved…"
Taehyung whimpered, his body writhing, torn between shame and overwhelming lust. "You filthy bastard… give your fucking cock…"
The sight of Jeongguk savoring his own slick pushed Taehyung’s need past the brink. His body bucked violently, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. His neglected cunt spasmed wildly, untouched, and a thick, viscous dollop of slick gushed out onto the sheets beneath him with a wet splorch.
"OHHHHH GOD... FUCK..." Taehyung screamed, his back arching impossibly high.
"SEE?... SEE WHAT YOU DOING ?... MAKING MY HOLE SPURT LIKE A FUCKING WHORE -FOUNTAIN... IT’S EMPTY... STARVING FOR YOUR COCK..." His hands flew away from his body, palms slapping down onto the mattress beside him. He spread his legs impossibly wider, forcing his slick, swollen pussy lips apart with sheer willpower. The inner folds gaped obscenely, revealing the glistening, dark pink depths, still pulsing, still dripping thick streams of slick onto the soaked silk.
"LOOK AT IT..." he shrieked, voice raw and broken.
"LOOK AT THIS FILTHY FUCK-TUNNEL... IT’S WIDE OPEN... BEGGING FOR YOU FAT FUCK MEAT... RAM IT IN... SHOVE THAT THROBBING LOG BACK INTO MY SLOPPY CUNT-SHEATH... FUCK ME ‘TIL I SCREAM YOU NAME, YOU FUCKING TEASE... DO IT... DO IT NOW..." His entire body trembled, poised on the razor's edge of madness, his gaping hole a vulgar, wet invitation, silently screaming its desperate, filthy need.
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