Chapter 1 — Minari Gang (A Married Woman's Experience)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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I'm a man in my early 40s who runs a minari farm on the outskirts of Busan.

All the minari I grow sells out fast—shipped straight to Garak Agricultural Market in Seoul. As soon as I harvest it, it's gone.

It was early December last year.

A friend selling at Eomgung Agricultural Market in Busan begged me for just 200 bundles. Out of kindness, I pushed my workers hard, finally turning on the lights around six just to load up the truck bound for Garak. But then there were still another 200 bundles left to tie up.

After loading the truck with minari, the women had already changed clothes and were waiting in my van, ready to leave. I was speechless—frustrated to the point of rage. There was no one left to finish the job.

"Anybody here willing to stay and help tie up these last 200 bundles? It'll only take two or three hours. I'll drive you back after, and I'll pay you half again your daily wage."

One woman stepped forward—Sarah Park, just past fifty. She wasn't fast, but she never slacked off. Steady, reliable.

"Tying all that? With my hands, it'd take even longer..."

"Just let me drop the others off first, then I'll come right back and help you myself," I said.

I drove the van to Gupo, dropped them off in a flash, and sped back.

"You came quick," she said.

"I changed clothes fast and hurried back," I replied.

We went to the changing room, swapped into work clothes, and started tying bundles together.

"Hey, mister, don't you get dinner from your wife?" I asked.

"Hah... don't even mention it. That damn husband of mine—ever since IMF hit and his business collapsed, he says he's out earning money. Comes home once or twice a month, if that. No idea how long it's been since he actually stayed."

"How do you even live like that?"

"My daughter earns a little. I scrape by with odd jobs. We manage."

"That must be tough."

"Don't even get me started."

"Yeah… if you need, take a few side dishes home sometime."

"Why would I only take food home? You're too kind."

"Where do you live?"

"In Hakjang."

"Well then—once we finish these 200, you can take the rest. Keep them, sell them, give them away. Whatever you want."

I usually hated it when workers took minari. At first, I didn't mind—thought it was harmless. But later I found out some deliberately harvested extra just to steal it. After that, not a single sprig left the field unless I approved.

"But don't make the bundles too small!" she warned.

"Wearing gloves and still trying such tricks? Come on."

We worked hard. By the time we finished, it was nearly ten. I had promised to drive her home.

She changed clothes and waited, but Sarah Park didn't come out. I went looking and found her crouched by the drainage channel, water running.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

I stepped closer—and froze.

Sarah Park sat hunched, face flushed, staring blankly at the flowing water. While tying bundles earlier, muddy water had seeped through her clothes, staining her legs and the area between her thighs. She was quietly washing herself.

And just like that—my cock sprang up, rock hard, impossible to control. I grabbed her arm.

"Let's do it. Right now."

"Don't talk nonsense! You're young, successful—I'm an old woman. What could we possibly have together?"

"Old? You're not old," I said, pulling her closer. She kept her head down—but then glanced at my pants, saw the bulge, and blurted:

"Damn… young boss's dick is standing tall just from seeing an old hag's cunt? Looks like it's starving for it." She reached out, stroking my cock through the fabric."Can't even remember the last time someone touched my pussy..."

I unbuckled my belt, yanked my pants down. She pulled her top off—revealing thick, wet pubic hair clinging to her glistening slit. I pulled her upright, kissed her deeply, and rubbed my cock against her soaked folds.

She turned her head away."I don't know about this..." Then pulled me close, opened her mouth, and sucked my tongue hard.

Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her and guided her toward the shed—the place where workers ate or changed clothes. She followed, eyes closed, arms locked around my neck, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth, sucking fiercely.

We barely made it to the platform. I sat, she sat beside me. Her hand groped my cock while we kissed. I gently pulled her down, and she lay back with me.

I lifted her feet to take off her shoes. She kicked them off herself, raised her legs onto the platform, slid her soiled top off her feet, then spread her thighs wide.

I tore my lips from hers, kicked off my pants completely, and moved to go down on her.

"Wait—what the hell are you doing? Just fuck me! Don't lick!" she protested.

I ignored her. Got into a 69 position and started sucking her clit.

"Boss… what are you doing? I've never felt anything like this…" she moaned after a while.

Then louder:"What the hell is this magic? I'm gonna lose it!"

She writhed, hips bucking. I lifted my head.

"Come on, suck my cock while you grind. Try it."

"I don't know how..."

I guided my cock into her mouth, showed her with my hand how to stroke the tip.

"Just move like this. See? Feels good, right?"

Then I went back to eating her out. She rocked her hips, sucked my cock harder.

After a long while, I pulled my mouth away. Her pussy was dripping—juices streaming steadily down her ass.

"Feeling good, huh?"

"Ugh… shut up and keep going," she groaned, taking my cock back in, bobbing her head.

Honestly, her blowjob was better than I expected. I spent more time sucking her swollen clit, drinking in her wetness.

"Want to taste cum?" I asked.

She paused."Never tried it before."

"Then try it now."

"Aren't you worried it's dirty?"

I laughed."Is your son dirty? He drinks piss, doesn't he? If he can swallow, so can you."

"Fair enough. Let's try it then."

"Good. Keep going."

She took my cock back into her mouth, sucking and jerking.

"Ah—fuck! I'm coming!" I shouted.

I shot load after load into her mouth. She swallowed most, but some spilled. When I finished, she pulled off, wiped her lips, and said:

"Tastes like cunt. Who even eats this crap?" Then laughed.

I laughed with her."These days, if you can't drink cum, they call you a fool."

"So now I'm a smart fool, huh?"

"Hey—you drank it well!"

"Of course I did. Boss says drink, I drink. What else can I do?" She smiled—so sweetly, so shyly—that I turned, kissed her again.

"Now this thing's getting hard again… people will talk," she whispered, stroking my cock as she kissed me.

My dick—usually so sluggish with my wife that it wouldn't rise again until dawn—was fully erect, pulsing with energy.

"Nice… it's alive again," she said, pulling her mouth away. She guided my cock to her entrance and thrust hard.

"Mommaaa! What the hell is this?!"

She thrashed, hips flailing wildly.

Her pussy was unbelievably tight—like years of starvation confirmed in a single moment.

"My boss is trying to kill me! I'm dying! Momma, what is this?! What is this?!" she screamed, twisting and crying out.

Her cunt clamped down so hard it made pumping difficult.

"Fucking tiny pussy—driving me insane," I joked.

"Isn't small bad?" she panted.

"It's great—but makes it so damn hard to thrust properly, baby."

"Ohhh… your cock feels so deep inside my dry little cunt… it's too much… too good…" she giggled breathlessly.

"I like it too," I grinned, picking up the pace.

The tightness was overwhelming. I could feel the climax building fast.

"Hey… I'm about to come. What should I do?"

She laughed."You already got me wet just sucking my cunt. Go ahead—fill my hole with as much cum as you want!"

I gave it everything. She closed her eyes, swayed her hips, then suddenly shrieked:

"Momma! What kind of madness is this?! It's happening again! This boss is trying to kill me! I'm dying, I'm dying!"

She convulsed, gripping me with every muscle. At that moment, my body signaled the final release—and I erupted, shooting thick streams of cum deep into her pussy.

"Momma! How long has it been since cum flooded my cunt like this?! Fill me! Fill me!" she cried, pulling my hips closer.

When the incredible sex finally ended, she looked at me and gave a soft, knowing smile. Still naked below, she washed herself under the cold running tap, glancing at me the whole time. I cleaned my cock under the icy stream, then dressed.

I loaded thirty bundles—keeping two hundred aside—into the van, helped her into the passenger seat, and gave her a light kiss.

"When will we meet again?" she asked, smiling shyly, cheeks flushed.

"There'll be more work. Don't worry."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'll stretch your pussy wide open. Don't you worry."

"But then you won't ditch me after stretching my crotch, will you?"

"Ditch? Who the hell am I ditching? Don't be stupid," I said, starting the engine.

She unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and started sucking.

"Now… if I don't have this, I don't think I can live," she murmured, sucking until I told her to stop—I needed both hands to drive.

Since then, I've found every excuse to keep Sarah Park behind after work. We've fucked countless times.

Nowadays, there's not much work at my minari farm, so she works at a nearby flower nursery. When she finishes, she texts me on the phone I bought her: Come pick me up.

That message means only one thing—it's our signal.

I drive to get her, take her to motels or secluded hillsides, and we fuck in the car or in cheap rooms. And just like she said—her pussy still hasn't loosened a bit.