Debauched Obsession - Sex Stories

Debauched Obsession

... surprising when out of the two of us – she was the one to cheat with a man. I found out because I’d pulled an all-nighter at the library to get a project finished and printed for submission. I returned home at 11 am to get a kip before my 4 o’clock Microeconomics lecture.

I knew as soon as I opened the door. Silly girl had let him take his shoes off right at the door. I wasn’t hurt or distressed, I was curious. Hearing him grunting and groaning “Oh yeah baby, ride my cock, fucking take it, yes! Oh!” made me giggle... fine, I didn’t giggle. I bit my lip, slipped out of my shoes, and padded to her room. Nope – she wasn’t there.

“Jake, oh my God, Jake I’m there!”

I turned around. The dirty bitch was fucking Jake, my friend, in my bedroom.

Good girl.

I peeked through the door but there was no way I could watch without getting caught. Besides, they were just about finished. I waited for his release which followed within seconds of Malia’s cry.

I couldn’t wait to lick the pussy juice out of my panties, I could feel it against my pussy lips. I gave them a minute to catch their breath when they were done.

Giggling, “Jake, why are you fucking my girlfriend in my bed? Hers is literally across the hall!”

They both scrambled, rushing to grab items of clothing strewn across the room, each trying to plead their cases. I rolled my eyes, dropping my bags to the floor and placing my precious laptop onto my desk. I strode towards Malia, grabbed her face in my hands, ...

... and kissed her harder than I had ever kissed her before. I nibbled and nipped her lip, eliciting that sweet moan I knew so well.

“Shh, it’s fine, I don’t care. Jen will care, I don’t.” I pecked her gently, turning to Jake, and asked, “Can you catch up with her later? We have to talk and then I really have to sleep.”

“Malia, are you okay? Are you alright with that?” My heart swelled as Jake’s genuine concern for her touched me.

“I’m okay, Laura’s right – it’s Jen who’ll be mad. I’ll meet you for lunch in a couple of hours...” She glanced at me for permission.

I rolled my eyes. “She’ll meet you for lunch, Jake, just go, mind grab your bag.”

He scarpered.

I kissed Malia gently, reassuring her we were fine. I was never going to tell Jen. Right then though, I needed her. Technically, I needed them.

For me, feasting on a man’s cum inside another woman’s snatch is one of the most addictive depraved acts I've ever engaged in. With Malia, I loved every time we did it, but that first time is the time I remember most fondly. I guided Malia to my bed where they had just fucked. Deliberately, I sat her bare ass in a wet patch – probably Jake’s ass or back sweat – before I kissed down her smooth torso. I kissed each of her cute little moles and freckles as I eased her yellow cami up over her head.

As I looked down at her sloppy snatch, I leaned forward and nipped at the flesh below her belly button; I groaned audibly. I could smell the sex. The musky, tell-tale scent. ...