Is this what cheating feels like?

She followed me, not protesting. Her obedient way made my cock grow, me loving that somewhat compliant behavior. In the middle of the living room, I stopped and turned facing her. She wore a short, red summer dress, and I slowly lowered one shoulder strap, her naked breast liberated from the tight linen. I gave her a soft kiss on her lips, my tongue wanting to be invited inside.

Darija did not open her mouth right away, but as soon as I slowly caressed her naked breast, she let out a soft moan and welcomed my tongue, her mouth sucking on it feverishly. She kissed me back with a despair I hadn’t seen before, **** for what she had been missing all this time.

My other hand pulled down the remaining shoulder strap, freeing that other beautiful breast. I could feel its nipple being hard and erect from the lust she had stored way too long in her young body. A wanton lust that should be extinguished every day.

I grabbed her dress by the hem and pulled it up, over her wide hips, all the way to her slender waist, baring her 22-year-old shaven pussy. As my middle finger touched her there, caressing her in between her outer lips, she let out another soft gasp inside my mouth and voluntarily pushed her opening against my probing finger. As my finger slid deeper, her wet pussy providing an easy entry, she moaned again.

Darija had a young, ripe body, ready to be impregnated, lusting after its first baby. She gently kept rocking her pelvis back and forth against my invading finger, initiating a slow fucking, sometimes grinding, sometimes pushing. As the first nipple disappeared in my mouth, she naturally pushed her ready slit as hard as possible against my hand, begging for more. She was ready and craving the next step.

Whenever I have a woman cheating with me for the very first time, I want her to be in charge and make the decision of impaling herself on top of me. As if they were responsible for breaking the last bit of social etiquette by cheating on their boyfriend and voluntarily opening up wide, slowly sinking their pussy on my hard, erect cock. I pulled her towards me as I walked backwards to the sofa until the back side of my calves touched it.

“Come to me.” I whispered as I took off my shorts, my erect cock already oozing precum.

Darija saw it and was about to kneel in front of me, eager to taste the sweet-salty glob, but I had other plans.

“Not this time.” I said, as I lay on my back in the center of the sofa, my cock ready for her young slit.

She gave me a sexy smile and lifted one leg over me, ready to straddle me. Her small, soft hand found my waiting phallus in between her legs, and after grabbing it, she rubbed the red, swollen head up and down inside her wet outer lips, making it bump against her aroused clit.

She didn’t say a word about protection or being on the pill. She needed this fuck, and before anyone could back out, she lowered her soon-to-be-cheating cunt on my hard shaft and kept pushing until I was balls deep.

Darija let out a long sigh, being filled so well after such a long time. It had been too long. She enjoyed the sensation her pussy was experiencing for a moment by not moving, sitting impaled on that gorgeous cock, as deep inside her as possible.

I made my cock twitch twice, calling her for attention. She gave me a wicked grin and raised herself entirely off my cock, leaving the mushroom just outside her swollen mound.

“Do you like me?” She asked me, in a sexy way.

Before I could answer, she sank her cunt hard on my cock again, until it hit her cervix. This time she groaned, feeling so full. Her love tunnel was working hard to cope with it, on one side trying to get it deeper and her cunt muscles already actively milking it, on the other side fighting that unexpected fat girth, which stretched her walls to new dimensions. She shivered from the pleasure her young cunt was experiencing and the thoughts of the forbidden sexual act.

Is this what cheating feels like?

It sure feels good.

She lifted herself again from my lap, but this time she kept the swollen head half inside her, half outside, just playing with my cock head and her ring of vagina muscles, which were desperately clamping down on my cock, trying to pull it deeper. Darija kept teasing herself with it, pushing the head in again and then pulling it half out again, each time stretching that narrow muscular ring. The friction of her tight passage and each time the fat head popped inside her tunnel was simply delicious.

Very gently, she began penetrating herself with each shove a little bit deeper until she found a nice, steady rhythm, now fucking me as deep as possible. My tip was now each time hitting that sensitive spot of her cervix, and each time a little moan escaped her bright red lips.

Darija's moaning became a continuous series of little cries as my cock was rubbing with each shove her swollen clit. She had her eyes closed and her mouth half open, her body doing the fucking. I would not last long; her tight pussy kept contracting on my cock, her walls trying to suck me deeper. Darija was getting so close now, close to her orgasm, close to her first full cheating. As she felt my cock twitch inside her, she knew I was about to fill her young cervix with my hot cum, and she sped up the fucking pace, at the same time rubbing her own clit.

Oh, she was getting soooo close, she thought, enjoying the friction my cock was making on her sensitive clit. Just a little bit more. Oh! Almost there… Oh!

And then she felt it, my body tensing up below her, my balls contracting themselves as my cock started pulsating my hot cum deep inside her. From the sheer lust of feeling her womb being pumped full with my seed, her own orgasm ripped over her as she screamed my name, for a moment losing herself as the waves of pleasure rushed through her body.

I pulled her by the shoulders onto me, and she lay on top of me until her breathing became normal again.

“I have cheated.” She said, in a typical Ukrainian way.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes, but I cheated.”

“It was necessary, Darija.” I answered, caressing the side of her head, “You needed it.”

She smiled, not answering. Yes, she needed it.

We lay like that for about 20 minutes, chatting, Darija relaxing a little bit, because what was done was done. My instinct told me I could get hard again if she helped me a little bit.

“Could you sit up for a moment?” I asked her.

As soon as she sat, I stood up and lifted her in my arms, then slowly walked towards my bedroom, carrying her.

“What are you doing?” She asked, half curious, half worried, her body a bit tense.

“We just had sex; now I want to make love to you.”

It was the right answer. I felt her relax in my arms, and she placed her head against my chest, letting me know she was mine now, as I carried her into my bedroom.

To be continued.