[MF] [Cheating] [Anal] I wasn’t going to London (part 3)

**Previously:** I travelled to Sicily to meet a Snapchat hookup for some real life fun. I told my girlfriend I’d gone to London on business, but my phone’s GPS gave away where I was after I forgot to turn it off. My cover story proved ineffective, as a friend of ours had been able to prove my e-mail came from here too. Now, she wants answers…

**TL;WTS?** Not very far away. Just read on… ;)
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As quickly as it had arrived, it was all about to be over. The third and final day of my illicit Sicilian adventure was upon us. This afternoon, I would have to fly home to face the very angry music.

I was woken from my sleep by the feeling of my cock being sucked into a warm, wet opening. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I sat up. To my left, her ass poked invitingly in the air. My eyes scanned slowly rightwards as her arched back disappeared under the covers, and finally to where the sheet moved up and down as her head bobbed beneath it. I wished I could have this kind of alarm every morning, and lay my head back onto the pillows, feeling my cock stiffen in her mouth as I enjoyed my wake up call.

She sensed I was awake – what, I wonder, gave it away… and pulled the covers off me, an almost smug grin on her face.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

“I have absolutely no problem being woken like this.” I sighed. I extended my arm to reach between her legs, but she was a little too far away. She scooted closer, and I was able to slowly rub the outside of her opening with my finger. I patted the bed, and she moved closer again. One more time, and I was able to grab her leg and pull her over me, making her straddle my face. She didn’t let up on the blowjob the whole time.

Her already soaked pussy hovered inches above my mouth. I roughly grabbed an ass cheek with each hand and pulled her down to me. A drop of her arousal fell first and landed on my tongue as I flicked it out to meet her. We moaned into each other as tongues and fingers bought each other to mutual pleasure in a 69. Her legs quivered and shook as she came, bucking herself against my face and soaking me.

She stopped. She lifted her mouth away from my cock and her pussy away from my face, and turned herself around. Her hand closed around my cock and our eyes locked onto each other. She lowered herself onto me, closing her eyes and moaning softly as she sank every inch inside her.

She bent down to kiss me, eagerly searching out a tongue and lips that were still wet with her juices, and slowly she worked herself up and down on me. The slowed tempo created a passion between us we could both feel. Our foreheads were touching, our eyes centimetres apart as she rocked her hips back and forth. I felt every breath, every moan, every sigh on my face.

“Would you like to cum inside me again?”

The shock of the question almost made me answer immediately. She eased herself off me and rolled to one side. I turned to face her, a confused look on my face. She laughed.

“Not in my pussy. Not in my mouth. Can you think of anywhere else…..?” She arched an eyebrow, and slowly turned her eyes downwards. I followed her gaze. Surely she couldn’t mean… but on Snapchat she said… she’s not suggesting what I think she’s suggesting?

She turned over, her back to me now. She ran a hand slowly down her back until she reached her ass. She squeezed, then slapped a cheek. She pulled the cheek away, exposing a third hole we hadn’t yet explored. She *was* suggesting what I thought she was suggesting.

“But, on Snapchat, you said…”

“I know.”

“No-one’s ever…”

“You get to be the first. You get my anal virginity. You get to complete the set. You came inside my pussy the night you got here. You’ve cum in my mouth both nights already. Now I want you *there*, too. Would you like that? Do you want to take my tight little anal cherry?”

I pulled her back to face me and kissed her so fast and so hard we almost butted heads. As I broke the kiss, I moved my head down to her chest and took an erect nipple into my mouth. I licked and sucked on it, rolling my tongue over and around. A hand continued travelling south, and two fingers disappeared inside her. She was soaking wet as my fingers quickly, noisily moved inside her. My mouth swapped breasts a couple of times, and her fingers ran through my hair.

As she came again, I withdrew a soaked, slick finger and moved it to circle her delicate, untouched asshole. As I gently toyed this new opening, she purred into my neck, and reached down with a hand to play with my cock.

I circled a little more and finally came to rest with my fingertip poised directly on her opening. I applied a little pressure, and looked to her for final confirmation. She nodded, and little by little I increased my pressure on her rear entrance, until it gave way and accepted me. The natural lubricant of her pussy juices helped as I slowly eased my finger inside, and I became the first person to penetrate her in this way. I found myself momentarily wishing I had some sort of flag – although I wasn’t really sure how I’d plant it.

“Ohhhhhhhhh *fuck*. *Fuck*. *Fuck*. *Fuuuuuck*”

Her gasps were a combination of pain and pleasure, very likely equally intense. I looked to her again for reassurance that she wanted me to keep going.

“Take your finger out a minute. There’s something I need and I want to change position anyway.”

I withdrew my finger as she got up off the bed and went to her suitcase. She produced a small bottle and threw it to me. It was lubricant. She lay on her front, prone now, with her round – perfectly round, mind you, ass cheeks poking up in the air.

“Pour the whole bottle on us if you have to, I don’t care. Just get in there before I change my mind.”

I squirted a little onto her ass and a little onto my finger. I positioned myself behind her and re-inserted my finger. The changed position and added lubrication made it easier. She was tight back here. Tighter even than I’d expected. As I finger fucked her behind, I saw a hand snake down and her ass lifted in the air as she brought her own hand to her pussy and began to match my rhythm, finger fucking herself. As we worked together to finger both her holes in unison, she came again.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my… jesu… fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck….”

Then, silence. Her body shook as she began to gasp, ravaged by an orgasm delivered via combined anal and vaginal penetration for the first time and for a moment I worried she’d pass out. Eventually, she rediscovered her voice. Gone were the soft moans, and the sighed requests. Her request came as more of a grunt, more of a demand.

“Fuck my ass.”

I slid my finger slowly back out, and watched as the hole shrunk immediately back to original size. I moved forwards, supporting myself with my arms as if in missionary. Below me, she lay still, breathing laboured by the strength of her last orgasm, anticipating her first feeling of a cock entering her tiny, tight asshole.

I eased forward, and my head rested on the opening. I pushed my weight forward and, just as with my finger, she began to give away. My head slipped inside and already, I could feel how incredible, and how tight she was. I heard her scream into a pillow, before breathlessly asking me to keep going.

Over the course of several very slow thrusts (as much for my benefit as hers) and rests, I worked myself into her ass until my legs slapped against her cheeks. Her moans still sounded like combined pleasure and pain, but the balance was beginning to shift. After a few minutes, the pain was gone.

I looked down in disbelief. I was inside her ass. I was, she says, the first. I’ve taken her anal virginity. All I could do was stare at our union. At the point where I had penetrated her previously forbidden place.

“Fuck me. Fill me. Fill me like you filled me two nights ago.”

I increased my pace. As my legs slammed into her cheeks over and over, and my cock disappeared inside her, I began to wish I could miss my flight.

That I could, at the very least, spend the rest of the week here as she finished her holiday.

That… no. I couldn’t think that. I diverted my thoughts back to what was happening in the here and now. I couldn’t start to think that way. This was complicated enough.

“Uuuuuunf. Keep going. Keep fucking going. Oh my god….”

It was all pleasure now. Her anal virginity was gone and she was loving every second as I pounded into her. Every few thrusts, I would bring a hand down and smack her behind. She yelped, but made no attempt to stop me. Over and over again, I spanked and smacked the dirty girl beneath me as I fucked her. Her cheeks reddened more with each hit.

I pulled her up into doggy and then reinserted myself, but soon I began to feel the beginning of my end. I warned her I was going to cum soon.

“Do it. Fill my little ass. Fill it full of your cum.”

It occurred to me that the dirty sex had given her a dirty mouth. Where was this talk either of the previous nights? Every thrust grew more intense, almost painful, as my load prepared for release.

“Inside me. All of it. Every drop.”

The beginning of my orgasm hit so hard I began to think *I’d* black out, like I thought she had minutes earlier. Ropes of cum flew out of me so hard it hurt. I was making some sort of noise, but the intensity of the situation made it difficult to tell exactly what it was.

As warm cum began to fill her, she squeaked, moaned, squealed and cooed – sometimes, somehow, more than one at the same time.

“Yes. Oh fuck, yes. Ohhhhhhh. That feels so fucking good. Mmmmmm.”

I wasn’t sure I was going to stop coming – but finally, I did. As I pulled out, trapped air came with me. I don’t have to tell you how it sounded, but we collapsed laughing. Once we settled, I pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her.

“Did you like that?”, I asked.

“Was I being *that* indecisive? I fucking loved that. I can’t believe I’ve never had anyone do it before.” She grimaced. “Oh god, it feels… weird. Warm, and good… but weird. Oh god… I think some just leaked out. Is this going to fuck me up for a bit?”

This didn’t feel like a good time to get into talk of bodily functions. I said I didn’t know, and thanked her (polite to the end) for allowing me to be the lucky guy who got to take her there for the first time. We needed to clean up. I let her go first.
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While she was in there, I looked at the time. 10am. I had to be at the airport for 2pm. The coach trip was 35 minutes, and it left the hotel at 1pm. I had three hours left. Realistically, two and a bit. I had to pack. I had to say goodbye (did I *have* to?). I had to go and wait at the coach pickup point.

As I sat, with only the sound of the running shower for company, the thoughts I had previously fought hard to dismiss as we fucked began to come back, thinking that I had nothing to distract me.

In an attempt to once again derail this train of thought, I grabbed my phone. Three missed calls. I decided we weren’t doing this over the phone.

*We’re doing this face to face. I will tell you the truth when I get home tonight. I will tell you my reasons. You will do with it what you will.*

As I hit send, my now refreshed friend flopped down, wrapped only in a towel and hair wrap, on the bed next to me, before sitting upright and glancing over my shoulder, reading my last message.

“What are you going to tell her?”

“Everything. I’m going to tell her you’ve been there for me when I needed it. First virtually, and now in reality. Taking an interest in me when she wouldn’t. That this was bound to happen if she didn’t respect my needs, or repay the attention I’ve given her.

“The only thing I’m not going to tell her is who you are. Christ, even I don’t know that, really. Two months we’ve been doing this, and I don’t even know you. Not properly.”

I muddled my words and got my tone wrong. I didn’t mean to sound angry about this, because I understood. We both kept our secrets to protect ourselves from our real lives. As insurance against something going wrong, against being discovered, against a vicious falling out that led one to try and ruin the other. Despite that, I couldn’t stop myself.

“We’ve had our reasons, but we know next to nothing. We’re just initials to each other. We’re here, face to face. I flew 2,000-plus miles. All we’ve done these last three days and we can’t even call each other by n…”

“Sophie. My name…”, she hesitated as if uncertain she wanted to repeat it again, to give this particular secret away. “…is Sophie.”

Any mistaken anger I felt melted in an instant. I kissed her, inhaling the fresh scent of recently brushed teeth.

“Sophie, huh? It suits you. I’m Nathan. You can call me Nate. After the time we’ve had, you can call me whatever the fuck you want.”

I took her hand in mine, and we smiled warmly at each other. For what felt like the longest time, we simply sat and looked at each other. There was a warmth to our smiles and our gazes that I wasn’t sure had been there previously. Lust, passion, want, perhaps. This felt different to me, and for a third time I fought to suppress a thought.

“It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Nathan. Nothing *but* a pleasure”, she said, with a wink, before falling backwards laughing. I had a chuckle too, but I needed to get myself cleaned up. I went to take a shower.
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The shower cubicle in Sophie’s room was impressively large. As I soaped myself up, back to the door, I didn’t hear or see Sophie sneaking in behind me (and not for the first time, it must be said. The girl’s a ninja)

Slowly, she slid the door open and stepped into the shower.

“Dirty again already?” I asked.

“I’d like to be”, she smiled. “Ever done anything in a shower before?”

“Got a blowjob once. That’s all though. Didn’t even get to cum.”

Sophie took the shower head from me and rinsed me down, before sinking to her knees.

“Well let’s see if we can’t do something about that.”

She took me into her mouth. The running water flowed down my chest and across her back as she worked my cock with her usual expertise. Despite our recent exertions, I was hard in no time and moaning as she used every trick in the book. Hands, tongue and lips worked in perfect harmony.

As I neared the point of no return, she withdrew, stood up and bent slightly forward in front of me, hands resting on the shower door. I could take my pick of hole now, and I wasn’t sure what to do. I decided to do the gentlemanly thing, and asked Sophie what she wanted.

“The old-fashioned way. My ass needs recovery time. And… ah… I don’t know how much of you is still in there.”

I lined myself up with her “old-fashioned” entrance and pushed inside. Being in the shower, and both being wet, made things a little slippery and difficult. We eventually established a stability and a rhythm, and I fucked her for what I was sure was going to be the last time.

*I didn’t want it to be the last time. I wanted to fuck this girl forever. Every hole, over and over again, until the end of time. This wasn’t just some sordid Snapchat hookup to me any more. I could no longer deny the growing, feelings that I was developing for the girl I was currently buried inside.*

After a few minutes I heard moans rising over the sound of the running water, and a tightening around my cock as Sophie shuddered into an orgasm.

“Yes, Nate. Right there. Right there. Oh god, Nathan… Nath… Nate….”

Hearing her say my name in the midst of ecstasy for the first time accelerated my own orgasm to approximately the speed of sound. I remembered her warning from the previous night and – once I’d gotten as close as I dared – I extracted myself from her and sprayed all over her back.

Sophie stayed in the shower with me, kissing and hugging as she let the warm water wash away the fifth load I’d deposited onto or inside her in three days. As she got out, I saw that look in her eye again.

*Was she having the same problem I was? We both knew if my relationship somehow survived this we might not even speak again, never mind do this again. Was she wrestling with the same conflict as me? Are we still fuck buddies or… does she… do I… want something more?*
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11:15am. While I dried off from the shower and got dressed, I checked my phone. I’d received a reply to the message I sent earlier. It was simply a picture of a bag – a packed bag – with a message attached.

*I know what you’re going to tell me. The only reason I’m not leaving right now is because I want to know why. You’re right, we should do this face to face. My bag is packed. Once we’ve discussed why you’ve done this to me, we’re finished. It’s over.*

I read the message, emotionless. It was precisely the response I expected, but it felt odd to not have it bother me. Perhaps having two days to prepare for seeing it after I’d blown my own cover via GPS helped.

Sophie was dressed now, too, and she handed me a coffee. It tasted perfect, and it was much needed. She sat in a chair opposite me, her own coffee steaming away in her hands.

“So… was I worth the trip?”

The answer was so obvious I couldn’t help but laugh. She smiled as I told her I would happily have flown to anywhere for three days like the ones I’ve just had. We discussed our favourite parts of the trip. Our first time was top of her list – “I haven’t stopped thinking about how it felt when you came inside me”, where I went for this morning when I became the first person to fuck her in the ass.

We both agreed that the day we spent together yesterday felt pretty great, too. We felt like a couple as we took in the sights, held hands, and took selfies. She had a new question for me, but was having trouble with the words.

“Do you think… if things were different, I mean… me and you…?”

I didn’t need her to finish the question, I knew what she was asking me.

“If things were different… maybe. I know we’d have a lot of fun finding out. Maybe if things go the way we’re expecting when I get home, we’ll find out. The distance could be a problem.”

“Yeah. We do live pretty far apart”, she bowed her head as if thinking this could be an excuse to stop any emotional attachment either of us were developing, “I’m not sure I could work with something where I couldn’t see you whenever I wanted to. Whenever I needed to.”

We lived 350 miles apart. I didn’t have a car, and public transport was expensive. We’d always have Snapchat but we’d had each other physically now. Going back to pictures on a screen might be difficult.

We batted the issue back and forth for a little while longer, and decided not to take this any further for now. We’d wait and see how we felt when we got home. My time was running out, and I had to pack.

The clock was ticking around to midday. Sophie was helping me pack when she suddenly stood bolt upright and yelled “SHIT!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to give you a parting gift. Something to remember me by.”

“I think I’ve got three days worth of memories to remember you by already, Soph. What else could you possibly add?”

She smiled wickedly.

“You like football, right? Want to go for… what do they call it, a hat-trick?”

I furrowed my brow, still not entirely certain what she was asking me. She had to be clearer.

“You came in my mouth the day you got here. You came in my mouth yesterday. You don’t wanna manage the clean sweep?”

“I do… but I came twice already this morning and I have to leave in thirty minutes. Do you really think you ca…”

I didn’t get to finish as she unzipped my jeans and yanked them to my ankles. Her hand reached into my boxer shorts and pulled my cock out. She planted gentle kisses on my still soft member, trying to arouse it from it’s slumber. The whole thing from offer to execution had happened so quickly that blood was still receiving orders to head where it needed to go.

Her soft kisses and gentle sucks had the desired effect as I swelled to full hardness in her mouth. Her pace was rapid, her technique hard, wet and sloppy. She drooled onto me as she deep throated and then gave her jaw a rest while her hand took over. She was on a time limit and she went at it like she knew it.

Despite the fact I’d left what felt like the biggest load I’d ever produced in her ass this very morning, and another on her back in the shower about an hour earlier, it took her less than five minutes of aggressive sucking to bring me to another glorious end. As I passed the point of no return, she pulled me out of her mouth, pointing me at her face and knelt with her tongue underneath my head. The classic porn star pose.

Every inch of me tensed as my third load of the day erupted over her face. A rope in her eye, two in her hair, before she angled me to shoot as much as possible into her mouth, swallowing eagerly. When I was again spent, she took me into her mouth to clean me up.

She stood, smiling. I saw her throat move as she swallowed the last of the load. She looked at the clock, and the pile of my clothes still not in my bag.

“We need to finish getting you packed!”
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12:50pm. I picked my bag up and slung it over my shoulder. Sophie took my hand and offered to walk down with me.

Neither of us spoke as we caught the lift to the ground floor, walked through reception and out of the front door. The coach was already here, and a couple of other visitors were already loading their luggage into the storage.

“I guess this is it, then. Time to go and get dumped.” I smiled weakly.

Sophie hugged me, and kissed me deeply. For another instant, I considered turning around and walking back in with her. But I’d made a mess. I had to go and take care of it.

She broke the kiss, and we stared into each other eyes that way again. Sensing I perhaps wanted to say something I shouldn’t, she made one final request.

“No looking back. Get on the coach. Go home. Fix your relationship, if you can.”

I nodded, and began to walk toward the coach. Sophie walked back toward the hotel.

As I closed to within ten feet of the coach, I couldn’t help myself. I turned to look over my shoulder. Sophie was stood in the hotel doorway, turned fully to face me.

We exchanged this one, final, longing glance. I handed my luggage to the driver and boarded the coach. As the coach pulled away for the airport, I looked over at the hotel doorway again. It was empty.

2,000 miles, one plane, several tube stops and a train later, I unlocked the front door of my home. The packed bag I had seen in the picture sat in the hallway. My girlfriend sat on the sofa in the front room. She didn’t move when she saw me. She simply spoke.

“I guess we need to talk.”

*To be continued…*

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