The time I realised we really werent exclusive AKA someone else’s cum inside her [MF]

First post ever. There might be more. Who the fuck knows?

We werent exclusive. It bothered me, but not enough to not want her. I always wanted her. Sometimes I’d fly over to see her, sometimes she’d fly over to see me. We’d do normal relationship shit and fuck like bunnies and then we wouldnt see each other for weeks. Sometimes months.

I had a free week and a bit of cash, so I flew over to see her. We met in a pub by the train station and had some drinks with a few of her people. I’d try to guess which of her friends and friends friends she’d fucked. A couple were obvious… a little to gropy on the kiss hello, some cheeky grins and leery glances. It annoyed me, but at the same time, I knew that while I was around she was mine, which I could tell annoyed them. I couldnt help but imagine her fucking other people, and I hated that it turned me on, but it did.

When she was in class I snooped around her flat. Some guy in her address book had an annotation next to his name that read “sex god”. In her handwriting. A drawer in her desk had about fifty condoms. On a shelf above her bed was a vibrator in a box that had never been opened. She had a cheerleader outfit in her closet.

As much as I wanted to rub one out to the thought of her as a slutty cheerleader, I didnt. I waited for her to get home and minutes later we were in bed. She had this long thin mirror against the wall, so I always contrived to move things to the edge of the bed so I could see the reflection. So there I was, fucking her from behind, watching the mirror, her pretty face and her little breasts jiggling as I thrust. She didn’t seem into it. There was the occasional moan and a couple of grunts, but nothing that made me feel like she was enjoying herself. I figured it was the position, so I savoured the view for a few more thrusts and pulled out.

And that’s when I saw it. My sheathed cock was creamy and frothy. Her snatch was oozing. It took a few seconds for the novelty to wear off and the reality to set in. “Is that cum…” I muttered, almost to myself. And right there, in the mirror, I saw her expression turn. A mix of shame and embarrasment. She spun around and looked up at me with a guilty smile.

My head spun. It was cum. And I knew for a fact that it wasnt mine. Part of me wanted to scream. To demand who’s cum it was that was on my cock. Part of me wanted to cry, because for the first time the reality of her fucking other guys was literally unavoidable. Part of me wanted to know why I was wearing a fucking condom but some other dude didnt have to. Instead, I said nothing.

She grabbed my cock and yanked off the messy condom. “I was going to surprise you” she said, ignoring the questions i’d never asked and moving on. She pushed me down onto the bed. “I’ve got an IUD” she said, climbing onto me, holding my naked cock in her hand, squatting over me. “You dont have anything… do you?” She asked. I shook my head and she guided me into her.

It was the first time I’d felt my naked cock in a vagina. Nothing else mattered. It was so warm and so wet. She lay on top of me and kissed my cheek and sucked my ear as I craned my neck to see the reflection. She asked me if it felt good and I groaned and stared at the sight of my shaft getting creamy. I think I lasted about twenty seconds. I swear I came for about a whole fucking minute.

“So what do you think?” She asked with a grin. “Damn” was my eloquent reply. She giggled. “I thought you’d like it” She quipped, sitting up, hoisting hersellf off me, evicting my limp cock, climbing off the bed. I looked at her, standing there naked, her legs slightly parted, cum oozing out of her, running down her thigh. “Messy boy…” she laughed.

She went to shower and I lay there, spent, shocked, angry, elated, confused.

It was never mentioned again.

We never used condoms again.

The next day she came back from ‘class’ and I pounced on her. Partly because I was young and horny and wanted sex every second, party because I wanted to know if she’d been with someone else. I knew she hadnt when she let me go down on her, right there, against the wall by the front door. The only cum was hers, dripping down my fingers. Until there was mine. I came as I was penetrating her. As. One thrust, no strokes. It was pathetic.

I was relieved but also, strangely disappointed. I didnt want her fucking other dudes, but I did enjoy thinking about it.

The next day she came back in the afternoon. Later than expected. I was stoned as all fuck, horny as hell from snooping and watchig porn. I spent the day resisting the urge to jerk off since I woke up so I could save myself for her.

She was tipsy, said she’d been for ‘a drink’ with the girls. Three minutes later we were in bed. I suspected something was up when she wouldnt let me take her panties off. It wasnt that time of month, but she swatted my hand away like it was. And then she went down on me. Blowjobs werent rare, but they werent exactly common. So there she was, sucking my tip and tugging my shaft and squeezing my balls, doing everything she could do to make me cum and doing it so fucking well. I don’t know how I didnt.

Such was my determination to know that I lasted longer than I’d ever lasted. Much longer. I almost came about a thousand times but I didnt. I held firm, literally. I somehow managed to get on top, her skirt bunched up and her nipples poking out, whlie she tugged me so hard I thought she might pull it off. Determination. As I yanked her black panties off I could see that they were shiny, wet and gooey. Evidence, but not proof.

As I pried her legs apart and I knew. There was no doubt. Her lips were frothy. Her thighs were glistening. She pulled me into her and tugged my hair and kissed me, making it almost impossible to see what she didnt want me to see. But I felt it. Warm, slick, almost sticky. A feeling I remembered vividy. Cum. Someone else’s cum. I knew. I thrust angry thrusts, the word ‘whore’ swimming about it my head, so hard she was yelping. I could hear the slurping. I lasted about a minute. Long enough to make her want it, nowhere near long enough to get her off. I came inside her and she groaned an annoyed, disappointed groan.

She showered for what seemed like a week. She was annoyed with me for the rest of the day. I think she knew I knew and I’m not sure if she cared that I didnt care or cared that I cared so much.

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To be continued, possibly.

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