Part 7
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Janice ended the call and dropped the phone to the bed with a soft thump. Her body was still twitching from the orgasm, her skin flushed and glowing.
I kept my fingers inside her, slow and deep, not even trying to get her off again—just enjoying the closeness. We just laid there in silence, her breathing slowing, the air thick with sex and everything we didn’t say yet.
Then I asked, quietly, “What did you guys talk about the other day… when you went to his house?”
She looked at me, caught off guard for a moment. Then her eyes softened, and she nodded.
“We didn’t have sex,” she said right away, like she needed to get that out first. “I promise. I didn’t touch him, and he didn’t touch me.”
I just nodded, waiting.
“We talked, mostly. It was casual at first. I told him I was seeing someone—you—and that it was serious. I said I really liked you. That I wasn’t looking to mess that up.”
I could hear the hesitation in her voice. She looked at me, gauging if I was still with her. I was.
“But…” she continued, exhaling, “I was so fucking horny that day. I didn’t expect to be, but seeing him again just flipped a switch. I couldn’t stop thinking about his cock. I wanted to suck it… fuck it… I was so wet I had to clench my legs together just sitting there talking to him.”
I swallowed hard. My cock was already stiff again.
She looked away for a second, then back at me. “I remembered everything. The way it felt in my mouth… the taste… the scent of his skin. His cock is big, baby. Long and thick. Darker than the rest of him. The head’s wide and flared, and he’s got these heavy balls that hang low and tight. He tastes clean, but masculine. Kinda salty, but not in a gross way—just real.”
I was fully hard now, aching.
She went on, her voice soft but steady. “When I blew him before, I remember thinking he wasn’t gonna cum… then suddenly he grabbed my head and moaned, and it just poured out. He came so much, I was choking on it. A fucking river. I had to swallow in gulps, and it still leaked out the sides of my mouth.”
I groaned quietly, the mental image burning in my head.
She smiled a little, not smug, but honest. “I wanted it again, so bad. That day at his house, I thought about doing it. I thought about bending over and letting him fuck me. He even said I could.”
I looked at her. “He offered?”
“Yeah,” she nodded. “He told me flat out—he’d be my fuck buddy. No strings. Said he wouldn’t get in the way of us, that I could come over and use him whenever I wanted.”
“And you didn’t?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No. I told him I couldn’t. I wanted to… I really did. But I told him I had something good with you, and I didn’t want to mess it up.”
I continued rubbing her sloppy wet pussy.
“You were testing yourself,” I said.
She nodded again. “Yeah. I wanted to see if I could resist. If I could be around him, horny as fuck, and still say no.”
I looked back at her, my voice low. “And now?”
Her eyes locked with mine. “Now… I’m not resisting anymore. You said you want it. And I really fucking want it. I want to see what it’s like to fuck him. I want to feel his cock stretching me, his cum leaking out of me, and then come home and tell you every filthy detail.”
I was still gently playing with her pussy and her clit was engorged, her eyes were closed and she was enjoying it.
I pressed just a little firmer on her clit, feeling her twitch.
“You want to suck him again?” I whispered, my lips near her ear.
She moaned softly. “Yes…”
“What do you love about his cock?” I asked, rubbing her just a little faster now.
She swallowed, her breathing quicker. “It’s so thick… heavy… it hits the back of my throat and I can feel the veins on my tongue.”
“Tell me how it tastes.”
“Salty. Warm. Masculine,” she moaned. “Like skin and precum and cock. I loved the way he moaned when I started sucking his balls. They’re huge. He was already dripping before I even took him all the way in.”
Her hips bucked a little.
“You like being his cumslut?” I asked.
She gasped, her body tense under my hand. “Yes… fuck yes…”
I kept rubbing her clit tight and fast, my fingers soaked with her juices.
“You’re gonna suck him dry tomorrow, aren’t you?”
“Yes… yes I fucking am… I’m gonna make him cum down my throat and then I’m gonna ride his cock until he fills my pussy—oh my god—”
She stiffened, her thighs clamping around my hand as she came hard, her whole body jolting, her moans sharp and broken as her orgasm rolled through her.
I didn’t stop until she was limp.
She opened her eyes slowly, breathless, glowing.
I leaned in, kissed her, and smiled against her lips.
* Stay tuned for part 8. Again, I am just want to tell my story. this is cathartic for me.
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