Peter's Perspective

I was hunched over my books in the library, completely in the zone. The material for the exam was brutal, but it finally clicked. Formulas, connections—everything fell into place. My phone had vibrated briefly two or three times, but I’d ignored it. Lena? Shit… I’d totally forgotten that she was supposed to stop by. Whatever. Later.

Sometime around half past five, things started getting restless around me. A couple of guys from another class were standing a few tables away, talking loudly.

“Dude, did you see that slut? She ran down the stairwell without panties, skirt hiked up, everything hanging out. And her pussy was totally soaked—you could actually see it dripping.”

“Crazy, right? On the escalator to the subway, we were staring right up her skirt. Looked like she’d just gotten a good one. She was even grinning while doing it.”

I just shook my head and thought to myself: *Man, what kind of cheap slut runs around campus like that?* At the same time, I was glad I had Lena at home—my sweet, loyal Lena, who would never do anything like that.

Around six, I finally closed the book and looked at my phone.

My inbox was exploding.

Lena’s long voice message. The many text messages. The peace sign. The description of how she’d walked through the university, through the wind, through the subway without panties… how strange guys had peeked up her skirt… how my cum had leaked out of her.

I felt a chill run through me.

I’d never been in the bathroom. I had never stuck my dick through the hole. I hadn’t fucked her in the mouth or in the pussy.

Someone else had done that.

Some random guy had gotten my blowjob. Had fucked Lena through the glory hole. Had cum in her mouth. And deep inside her unprotected pussy. And she had let him—had even wanted it.

My hands were shaking. Jealousy, shock, and a completely sick, perverse arousal churned in my stomach. I didn’t know what to do. If I said anything now, everything would escalate. So I decided: I won’t say anything. I’ll pretend I was the one who did it. Maybe she’d never find out that it wasn’t me at all.

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When I got home, I quietly unlocked the door.

Less than two seconds later, Lena flew at me. She literally knocked me over, pushing me onto my back right in the middle of the hallway. Before I could catch my breath, she was already kneeling over my head, pressing my arms to the floor with her knees and sitting right on my face.

Her wet, hot, swollen pussy landed on my mouth.

“Here, you made me so wet today and really squirted all over me,” she said in that sweet, dominant voice. “Now it’s your job to lick me clean again. Get it all out, baby.”

I had ****.

Her thighs pressed tightly around my head. Her scent was overwhelming—heavy, musky, like sex. I opened my mouth and licked. Immediately I tasted it: thick, creamy, slightly cooled cum. Not mine. Someone else’s cum. Mixed with her own sweet juices. There was a lot of it. It immediately ran over my tongue, down my throat. I swallowed reflexively.

Lena moaned loudly and rubbed herself harder against my face.

“Mmm, yes… just like that. Lick out everything you pumped into me today.”

I licked like a man possessed. My tongue plunged deep into her still-open, warm pussy, pulling out long, thick strands of another guy’s cum and swallowing them. It tasted stronger than mine, saltier, more intense. The thought that another guy had just come inside my girlfriend today—had shot his load deep inside her—made me feel sick and so hard it hurt at the same time.

Lena circled her hips, pressed her clit against my nose, and used my face as her personal seat. Her juices and the remnants of the stranger’s cum ran down my cheeks, my chin, into my hair. I sucked, licked, swallowed, while she got hornier and hornier and moaned softly.

“Good boy… lick your own mess out of me.”

I said nothing. I just kept licking—deeper, more greedily. Because I had no other choice. And because a part of me, a dark, perverted part, wanted exactly that.

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Lena leaned forward slightly, reached behind her, and massaged my rock-hard cock through my pants.

“You’re so horny again… do you want to fuck me hard again later? Or should I tell you first how many guys saw your cum inside me today?”

She laughed softly and pressed her dripping pussy even harder against my mouth.

I was trapped. Beneath her. With the taste of another man on my tongue.

And I couldn’t stop licking.