She asked her boyfriend, in a mocking tone...

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Memory Flashback

She started moaning heavily, indicating that she was getting close, but I didn't want her "done." I stopped kissing her for a second, asking, "Wanna go to your place?"

She kept coldly fucking my finger with her cunt, answering in a calculating tone, "My boyfriend might go there; let's go to his place."

I nodded and smiled.

What a lovely calculating bitch, I thought. Knowing that he would be waiting for her at her place, because that's where they were, before going to fetch kebab. And now she wants to cheat at his place and give me her cunt in his bed. Showing him that her pussy can be fucked anywhere, just as she pleases. What a cheating slut.

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We must have dozed off, but as I woke up, I was having the pleasure of smelling her first before opening my eyes. A mix between the scent of a young sweaty female and the scent of sex with my cum. I tried to see her pussy, but it was covered with a woolen blanket, so I uncovered her hips and legs, having the joy of seeing her young, well used cunt so close to me.

I didn't see any cum stains from me in her boyfriend's bed, but I was sure we still had time for a second round. I guess her willing pussy had swallowed most of it inside her cervix, feeding her egg.

My main interest was marking my territory at her boyfriend's place, and she gladly assisted me with that, with her cum-leaking cunt, on his blue sofa. Too bad there were no drops of my cum on the floor from the living room towards his bedroom, like a scavenger hunt game.

I started caressing her beautiful slit and clitoris as she was still sleeping. Bit by bit her pussy got wetter, lubricating itself, remembering what it wanted. I gently inserted my middle finger, fingering her slowly, making her voluntarily open her legs a little bit more while softly moaning. The eroticism of her moaning while sleeping made my cock rock hard and very ready for her.

She then slowly opened her eyes, half-sleepy, smiling as she recognized me, remembering the slutty sex she just had with me in the living room. The very next second she realized I was fingering her, and a shiver of pleasure ran through her body, enjoying my wake-up call and knowing she was in for another load of hot cum.

"Hello, my love," I whispered to her, adding my index finger to the slow finger-fucking, while my thumb was hitting her clit with each push. She stretched her arms and closed her eyes again, enjoying the ravishment of her young pussy, opening her legs further, offering me the best possible access.

I sped up the fingering but was careful not to give her an orgasm since I wanted her on the edge so she would do anything to get her release. The view of her smaller pussy lips was very erotic; they were large, very engorged, and they looked like two pink flaps, protecting the young pussy of anything not wanted but making sure that her pussy was kept moist. While rubbing them with my fingers, I stimulated her clit indirectly, making her squirm on my fingers.

Slowly she reached the point of no return, especially as I started sucking on her erect nipples while I kept a steady fingering pace, alternating the sucking and licking on both breasts, playing with them and both her areolas, sending more bolts of pleasure directly to her soggy cunt.

She could now only moan, and she lost all awareness of her surroundings but for that one tight spot between her legs. Her desire to get my cock deep inside her was now the only thing she could focus on, and she gave me all the signals by moaning, wiggling her pussy on my fingers, and pushing her breasts against my mouth. Time to penetrate her properly, I decided. But this time, she will impale herself...

Right then, as she was almost climaxing, I stopped the fingering and sucking and pulled out my fingers, and she gave me a very disappointed howl, feeling so empty suddenly.

"OH! NO!" she wailed. "DON'T STOP!"

"Come here," I said as I rolled on my back, my cock upright, ready for cunt, "and fuck me."

She smiled lustfully at me and turned her body so she could ride me reverse cowgirl, facing the bedroom door. As she lifted one leg over me, she placed one leg on each side of my legs and grabbed my shaft, positioning it below her aching pussy.

Lowering herself, she couldn't help but sigh from pleasure as she felt her cunt being filled with my cock head. As it popped in completely, spreading and passing the swollen cunt lips, my cock initially struggling with her tight entrance, she cried out loudly.

"Oooooh. So. Niceeee."

Just then, the noise of the front door closing distracted us for a second. Her boyfriend was back and quickly walked towards the noise he had heard in his bedroom. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his girlfriend completely naked in his bed on top of me, having my hard cock partially inside her.

"What are you doing?" he yelled.

"Oh no!" She cried, "Not... OH!... Not now Paul, not now!"

"I... Oh!... need this." Lowering herself deeper on my cock, getting it halfway in.

"If you do it, I will leave you!" He screamed.

"I can't stop now, OH!...I really need this."

"I am soooo... Oh!... Sorry!"

As he insulted her, I saw her tense up, and it changed her mood. There was no way back now, anyway.

"Ooohhh! So big." "She said," provoking her boyfriend.

I grabbed her hips to hold her and pulled her deeper onto my cock, almost balls deep.

"Oooohhh, so good, Paul," she cried.

I thrusted up, holding her by her slender waist, watching that sexy, perfectly formed ass sink deeper, my cock finally touching her cervix.

"Aaargghh." She cried, her breathing irregular, fighting with the stretching her cunt was getting.

I held still, giving her a chance to get her cunt used to it again, even if it was only like an hour ago, when I filled her. Her young slit was very elastic and had almost forgotten what she had in it before.

As she got used to being filled completely, her cunt walls started working on my shaft, somehow trying to pull it deeper, contracting and relaxing, contracting and relaxing. This was the moment she started fucking me, lifting herself with her arms behind her back and then simply letting go, impaling herself with brute ****, her boyfriend's presence forgotten. I helped her with my hands under her butt, lifting her in sync with her push-ups.

Her boyfriend gave up on her and walked into the living room, not knowing what to do or where to go. At the end he sat down on his couch, trying to ignore his girlfriend's grunts and cries, which was very difficult in such a small apartment.

As I already had cum once, I was able to hold back my next load much longer, giving me great staying power. My cock stayed effortlessly hard as she was having the best ride of her young life.

I noticed her arms getting tired after roughly twenty minutes of fucking me, so I held her still by grabbing her waist again and said to her, "Do you like doggy?"

"Oh yes," she answered loudly, "Take me from behind my stud."

Lifting herself off me, accompanied by a sloppy popping of her cunt lips, she was quickly getting on all fours in front of me. From that position she could see her boyfriend sitting on the couch, leaning in, watching her, and she kept staring at him as she was wiggling her ass, inviting me in.

"My holes are ready, stud. Take the one you like the most." She was wailing loud enough so everybody could hear her, especially in the living room.

"First, your cheating cunt, my love." I answered her begging.

"Oh yes, it has been so bad in the living room." She answered, raising her butt as high as possible, trying to give me the best possible position for penetration.

I just rammed my cock home, deep in her willing cunt. She was extremely wet, especially because she knew her boyfriend could hear everything and sometimes even look around the corner. He only had to lean sideways, and he would then stare straight into her frowning face, her face showing how hard she was working on receiving my cock so deep inside her.

Each time I thrusted, my cock tip hit her cervix, which made her moan of the pleasure and pain mix.

In this position I was the one setting the pace. The pace was hard and fast. Her young cunt would handle anything; the deeper the better. She could only let out grunts, her breath fucked out of her lungs in hard, deep shoves.

"Argh. Argh. Aaaaah. Ooooh!"

Her boyfriend Paul did indeed hear everything: her soft sighs, the grunting, the cries from pleasure, and now, as I was fucking her cheating cunt hard from behind, a wet slapping. He could not identify what it was, but he didn't want to know either. Still, his curiosity made him slide to the left on his sofa, to see what that weird sound was. As he placed his left hand on the armrest, he felt something sticky. Looking at the palm of his hand, he saw a long white rope of a sticky substance hanging from his hand. He quickly shook his hand, but it stayed stuck to his hand.

He stood up and went to wash his hands in the kitchen, but then, for a second, standing in the middle of the living room, he thought of sniffing them first. He had never seen such a big glob before on his sofa, and it might even be old yogurt, he thought. Lifting his hand to his nose, he sniffed two or three times, and it had a mild, musky, perhaps even sweet smell.

Paul was confused; this could not be cum. That would be impossible, he thought. because cum should smell salty. Or should it taste salty? He didn't remember anymore. Should he lick it? Just a quick flick of his tongue, no harm done.

Paul didn't realize that his girlfriend saw him standing there, in front of the bedroom door, on his way to the kitchen. She literally saw him thinking, as she was deliciously being fucked from behind, about the cum he had in his hand. It must have been the glob that leaked out of her pussy, as her cunt was flooding my jizz on the sofa armrest. She hoped he would taste it, so she decided to help him and push him a little to try it.

"It's harmless, Paul. I had muesli with flavored jelly and yogurt on your sofa and...OH!" she moaned as my cock hit her cervix again. "I think I made a mess..."

"Mmmmmmh... It will taste like apple; go ahead, just try. Or are you a chicken?" She asked in a mocking tone, looking at him in a nasty way.

Paul decided to pinch his nose closed so he wouldn't smell it again. He quickly pinched his nose with the other hand, getting ready. Just a quick lick. That's all, he thought. No harm done. But what if he licks too quickly and he gets no chance to taste it, he worried. As he was thinking about this, he forgot to breathe through his mouth, and, not being a real sportsman, he couldn't hold his breath very long, but he didn't notice all this. He was just really doubting how to properly taste the glob, because he didn't want to repeat it.

"Apple, Paul, it is just apple jelly." His girlfriend reminded him, giving him a slutty look, which was very strange, because he could see her getting fucked by a stranger doggystyle, and still, she was challenging him. Meanwhile, he was thinking about the whole thing and forgetting to breathe. Should I simply lick my entire palm, he thought, so I do not miss it?

Slowly Paul was realizing he was not breathing, so he had to make up his mind quickly. OK, he thought, I will lick my entire palm to make sure I only lick it once. As he raised his palm to his mouth, about to give the glob a big lick with his flat tongue, he was getting real trouble with the deficit of oxygen-rich air in his lungs.

"Apple jelly, Paul. Aaargh!" She mocked him again, finishing her sentence with a grunt.

His day was shitty anyway, he thought; nothing mattered anymore, still delaying his breathing, simply by thinking too much. His head got all warm from the poor breathing, so he had to act really quickly now. He lowered his mouth to the glob in his palm, and as he finally opened his mouth, his tongue started lapping his palm close to the wrist, moving upwards towards his fingers.

As he was about to hit with his tongue the beginning of the rope of cum, his lungs took their big chance, and involuntarily, he took a deep breath, just like a powerful vacuum cleaner.

He inhaled half of the cum rope into his mouth, creating an even longer rope of spent cum, connecting a part of the cum, which was now in the back of his throat, with the cum in the palm of his hand. Even worse, it was about to leak on his new Dolce & Gabbana shirt, which he was wearing for the first time tonight. As he reacted in panic, he simply sucked in the rest of the cum, filling partially his mouth with my babymakers.

"Good boy!" His girlfriend praised him. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

And then she added, "To get the best jelly taste, move it around in your mouth with your tongue and let me know if you can taste the apple flavor. I bet you can't," challenging him.

Her boyfriend Paul got annoyed; she was always challenging him. He would show her. He was so angry he forgot the whole spectacle of her getting fucked on all fours right in front of him.

"Here, look!" As he approached her, he opened his mouth and showed her up close how good he was at moving around the apple jelly in his mouth. Still, it would have been easier to move it around by having a bigger load in his mouth, he thought.

Funny, he thought, it doesn't taste like apples; it is saltier and a little bit sweet. Weird. But having my jelly in his mouth hindered him from talking back to her. He quickly swallowed the whole load of jelly so he could tell her she was so wrong.

For me, this was too much of a kink. I felt my orgasm approaching, but I had other plans. I didn't want it deeply hidden in her cervix; I told her I wanted to cum in her mouth. She loved the idea, quickly making my throbbing cock pop out of her soppy cunt and turning around, kneeling in front of me. She grabbed my pulsating cock, just as I was about to shoot my cum, quickly aiming the head at her open mouth.

"Watch me, Paul." She was still able to speak but was too late to open her mouth for me, as the first shot of spunk landed on her chin and her lips. She then took my cock in her mouth, sucking it and receiving load after load of seed from my pumping balls.

Paul didn't know what to say. His girlfriend was cheating on him and blowing this guy on his very own bed. And even weirder, she had those same whitish ropes of jelly on her chin. But that was his cum. He didn't understand.

"Look at her, Paul." I said to her boyfriend. She caught it all. Such a good girl."

"Open your mouth, honey; show him what you have stored from me."

She gladly did, turning around to face her boyfriend, opening her mouth wide, showing him the big whitish mass of his seed, which was filling her mouth completely. She added some fun by moving her tongue through it, from the left to the right and back, just like a cement mixer, making sure the load was moved enough to stay fresh and fluid.

"Are you going to stop playing with your food, honey?" I asked her gravely, just like a parent would do.

She nodded "yes" and quickly started swallowing my cum dump. It was a bit much; she had to swallow twice to get her mouth empty. Once she was sure her mouth was empty, forgetting the ropes of cum on her chin, she first showed her boyfriend her open mouth.

"Easy." She said to him, grinning. "All gone, Paul. And it's delicious!"

"Show me," I said to her.

She turned her head facing me and opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue.

"Good girl," I said, "but you forgot my cum on your chin, honey."

"Oh." She yelped, quickly scooping up with her fingers the missed ropes and drops, filling her young mouth with them. Once she couldn't find anything anymore and had swallowed it all, she asked:

"Did I swallow all your cum?" Opening her mouth again, just like a young kneeling schoolgirl in church, ready to receive from the priest the small, bread-like wafer in her mouth.

"Yes, good girl. "You like the taste, baby?" I answered.

"Oh yes, it is salty and sweet at the same time, just like you get with salted caramel syrup. And if I swallow like two or three of your big cum loads, I am not hungry anymore."

She turned, looking at her boyfriend Paul, and asked, "Did you like swallowing his cum, honey?"

"What did his cum taste like?"

To be continued.