Part 8,
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It was the next day, late afternoon. The sun was starting to drop, casting that golden glow through the blinds. Janice was at my apartment, pacing a little as she got ready. She wasn’t nervous—just electric. Her energy was buzzing. She’d done her makeup light, just enough to look fuckable but not overdone. Hair down. Tight jeans. A white top with no bra. And I already knew there were no panties underneath.
She looked insanely hot.
I sat on the edge of the bed, just watching her move around. My heart was pounding, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t have to.
She turned to face me, lips curled into that same wicked smile she always wore when she knew she was about to fuck me up.
“You good?” she asked, walking over and standing between my knees.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
She leaned in and kissed me—slow, deep, with just enough tongue to let me know what kind of mood she was in.
“I’ll text when I’m done,” she whispered, brushing her lips against my ear. “Or maybe I’ll just come back with his cum still leaking out of me and let that do the talking.”
My cock jumped instantly.
Then she turned, grabbed her purse, and walked to the door. She looked over her shoulder one more time.
“You better be ready for me when I get back,” she said, and with that, she was gone.
The hours crawled.
I tried to distract myself. TV, music, pacing. Nothing worked. I kept imagining it—him pushing her jeans down, spreading her pussy, seeing how wet she already was for him. I pictured him sliding his cock into her, stretching her, making her moan. I imagined her saying his name.
I was hard half the time, aching the other half.
Then finally… the knock.
It was soft. Almost polite.
I opened the door.
There she was—Janice, hair a little messy, lips slightly swollen, her eyes glassy like she’d just come hard and deep. Her white top was wrinkled, and there was a faint smudge of something—lipstick? cum?—on her collarbone. She walked in without a word.
My eyes went straight to the curve of her hips, the tight jeans now clinging to her like a second skin. But I saw the wet spot. Faint, but real. Right at her crotch. She hadn’t bothered trying to clean up.
She turned to face me, setting her purse down gently on the counter.
Then, slowly, she unbuttoned her jeans.
One… two… three…
She peeled them down just enough, just below her hips so I could see her wet pussy.
No panties.
Her bare, swollen, wet pussy stared right at me.
She didn’t say a word.
She just looked me in the eye and said, “It’s all yours now.”
My mouth went dry, my cock already hard, throbbing against the inside of my pants. I stared at her pussy—wet, swollen, pink and glistening with his cum.
She didn’t flinch. She just stood there, hips tilted forward slightly, showing me everything.
I dropped to my knees without a word.
I pressed my face in close and breathed in deep. The smell hit me instantly—her scent mixed with his. Musky. Warm. Fucking real. My hands came up and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer, my tongue trying to slide between her lips, but she was standing up and best I could do was lick her pubic mound.
She gave me this dark smile—half proud, half turned the fuck on.
Then, slowly, she reached down, pulled her top off over her head, and dropped it to the floor. No bra. Her tits were full, flushed, her nipples already hard.
“Get on the bed,” she said softly.
She walked towards my bedroom, I followed, her hips swaying, stripping the rest of her clothes off as she moved—jeans down, one leg at a time, until she was naked. Her thighs still glistened. Her pussy still leaked. She looked fucking radiant.
She crawled onto the bed like she was stalking me—slow, controlled, dripping sex.
Then she laid back, spreading her legs just a little.
“I want you to see everything,” she said, voice low and sultry. “I want you to watch how messy I am. I want you to lick every drop of his cum out of your girlfriend’s used little pussy.”
She reached down, two fingers spreading her lips apart, showing me the mess inside.
And I couldn’t look away.
She laid there, legs spread wide, fingers holding her pussy lips open, showing me everything. Her inner folds were flushed, puffy, slick with a creamy mess that clung to her opening and dripped in slow, heavy trails down her ass.
“Come here,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “Come clean up your little cum-soaked girlfriend.”
I didn’t hesitate. I climbed between her legs, gripped her thighs, and lowered my face. The second my tongue touched her, I tasted him again—deeper now. Faintly metallic, salty, mixed with her sweet, wet heat.
She shuddered under me.
“Mmm, that’s it… taste him,” she moaned, her fingers sliding up to toy with her clit. “You feel how sloppy he left me? He came so deep, baby… I could feel him throbbing inside me.”
I groaned against her pussy, licking broad, slow strokes from her hole to her clit, scooping up every drop of thick cum that had leaked out.
“God, you’re so good at this,” she panted. “No one’s ever done this for me. No man’s ever loved me enough to eat another guy’s load out of me.”
I circled her entrance with the tip of my tongue, teasing the rim, tasting where he’d been.
“I let him fuck me raw,” she whispered. “I let him stretch my tight little cunt and use me. And the whole time I was thinking about you. How you’d be waiting for me. How you’d be hungry for my messy pussy.”
I moaned, pushing my tongue inside her, trying to get every last drop. Her pussy clenched, sucking at my tongue as her hips started rolling up into my face.
“Fuck, baby… you’re making me cum again,” she gasped. “Keep licking… just like that…”
I moved faster, flicking her clit now, her fingers still spreading her open as I worked my tongue in hard, dirty circles. My chin was soaked. My nose was pressed to her slit, breathing in her heat and his scent.
She gasped louder, her whole body tensing. “I’m cumming! Oh fuck—I’m cumming again!”
She squirted—just a small gush, but it splashed over my mouth and chin, hot and sweet and salty all at once. I didn’t stop. I licked through it, sucked her clit between my lips, kept working her until her thighs shook and she collapsed back on the bed.
Her legs dropped open wider now, her whole body limp.
I sat up, wiping my face with the back of my hand, still tasting the mix of him and her all over my tongue.
She looked up at me, chest heaving, sweat glistening between her tits.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” she said, voice hoarse and breathless. “You. Me. Him. Everything. I’ve never felt so fucked… or so loved.”
And I had never felt so addicted.
* Stay tuned for part 6. Again, I am just want to tell my story. this is cathartic for me.