Continued from Neighborly Love Part 2:
I awoke the next morning and found Sara sleeping next to me. She looked so peaceful and serene, undoubtedly exhausted from the previous day’s activities. Seeing her in the spot where my wife usually lay struck me with a wave of guilt. My mind echoed, “I am such an ass.”
My thoughts scattered as Sara stirred, her moan a reminder of the intimacy and desire lingering between us. Despite the temptation to reach for her again, I resisted, knowing she needed rest. Quietly, I slipped from bed, showered, and dressed, expecting Sara to be awake when I emerged. Like an angel, she was still fast asleep.
Wanting to make her morning special, I decided to get breakfast. The local patisserie beckoned with chocolate croissants, and I added strawberries and fruit from the grocery store. But when I returned home, eager to share breakfast, I was met by an empty bed as Sara had left. Disappointment washed over me. Unsure if she was upset or merely seeking comfort at home, I chose not to pursue her, hoping she would return when ready.
That night, my wife and daughter came home. I spent the day meticulously cleaning, hiding any trace of the weekend’s transgressions. The guilt gnawed at me; I knew how wrong my actions were. Life soon resumed its regular rhythm of work, soccer, and school. There was no contact from Sara, and although the absence left me morose, I resisted the urge to reach out. I did not want to be “the stalker” next door.
Over breakfast, my wife Lexi mentioned a party at the Rogers down the street to celebrate Bill Rogers’ recent promotion. These gatherings were typically lively, offering a chance to socialize and catch up on everyone’s lives. Secretly, I hoped for Sara’s presence.
Friday arrived quickly, and my wife and I joined the festivities down the street. As the evening unfolded, I scanned the room for Sara to no avail. She was not there. Small talk filled the air, Lexi mingled with the other wives, and I found myself among the guys.
Suddenly, one of my neighbors, Alex, announced, “Oh God, there she is, boys. Queen Bitch herself.”
Turning, I saw Sara and her husband Alan walk in. My heart raced with anticipation and curiosity about our interaction. I mean, seriously, that first time you see someone after fucking them is always a bit weird.
Alan joined our group, settling beside me. He didn’t have many friends on the street since he was often away at work. Our interactions were always pleasant enough, and he trusted me. The fact that I had recently fucked his wife made me feel like an ass. The exchange between us was casual, but my mind wandered, fixated on Sara.
Time, and a few drinks, passed until nature called. The guest bathroom was occupied, so Jenny Rogers directed me upstairs. I ascended to the second floor and hurriedly went to the little boy’s room. I felt instant relief after taking one of the longest leaks of my life. While buttoning my pants, I was interrupted by a gentle knock and a familiar whisper at the door. I instantly recognized the voice. It was Sara.
I opened the door, and she quickly slipped inside, urgency in her demeanor. Sara’s words were clipped and directly to the point, “We don’t have much time. People will notice we’re both gone.”
My concerns about her feelings quickly faded as she kissed me, her hands roaming. The intensity in my loins surged. I squeezed her voluptuous breast, and my hand eagerly sought the spot between her legs that drove me wild. I rubbed her clit and could feel that her labia were slick with desire. I gently inserted a finger, but she abruptly halted things, reminding me of the risk.
As she exited, she sniped, “Make sure you wash your hands.”
“I already did after taking a leak,” I noted.
Sara gave me her classic Karen-style bitchy look and chided, “Your hand is going to smell like pussy, dumbass! Wash it!”
Sara turned and quietly slipped away. I did as she commanded and scrubbed the evidence from my hands. Not wanting to come downstairs so soon after Sara, I lingered before returning to the party.
Back downstairs, I was stunned to find Sara chatting with Lexi. My mind went numb as I thought, “Oh shit! What is this?”
I apprehensively joined the ladies and put my hand on my wife’s shoulders.
“Hey, Babe, what’s up?” I purred and gave her a peck on the cheek.
“Oh, I’m just talking to Sara. She was telling me about your loud music when you are lounging in the pool on your days off,” Lexi noted.
Sara was sharp, keeping up appearances with snide remarks, “Yeah, you really should be more considerate. Some of us actually have to work and can’t be soaking up the sun all day.”
“Well, excuse me. I do work too, you know,” I playfully shot back to Sara.
Sara gave me a disapproving look and said, “You literally do nothing but float around in your pool, day drinking, from what I see.”
My wife Lexi laughed at this and noted, “Well, when he is working, Jake works extremely hard. Don’t you, baby?” She kissed me on the cheek and smiled back at Sara.
While Lexi defended me, Sara threatened a report to the HOA if I didn’t keep the music down. Having made her point, Sara abruptly turned and walked away with a smirk. Lexi simmered, muttering about Sara’s attitude, “Why is she always such a bitch?”
I suspected Sara’s hostility was a deliberate shield for our secret.
The party continued. Later in the evening, I was walking past a group of women and spilled some of my drink as I tripped on the edge of a tile.
“You klutz,” I heard someone say, and the ladies all began to chuckle. It was Sara. I smiled weakly and offered my condolences. Sara whispered something to the group while looking at me, and the entire gaggle laughed hysterically. Embarrassed, I withdrew.
Near midnight, Lexi and I prepared to leave. I smiled at Bill and congratulated him on his promotion. While walking away, I once again heard Sara piping up with her unwanted opinion.
“Yeah, don’t worry about this giant mess. We will take care of it,” Sara chirped as she put plastic cups in the trash.
“My next-door neighbor. He’s such a lazy asshole,” I overheard Sara say to Jenny Rogers as I walked out the front door with my wife, Lexi. Lexi heard it too and started to turn, but I grabbed her.
“Just let her be, babe,” I said and guided Lexi out the door.
We walked home in the cool night, and my wife fumed over Sara’s words. Lexi snarled, “What a fucking bitch! Ooh, I can’t stand her!”
A few days later, a letter from the HOA arrived: NOISE VIOLATION. I immediately suspected Sara’s involvement. Soon after, another complaint landed: LANDSCAPING VIOLATION and threats of fines if additional transgressions of HOA policies were reported. This escalation made me question Sara’s motives, wondering if she’d slipped into a “Fatal Attraction” level of antagonism. Fed up, I decided to confront her.
“What do you want?” Sara asked as she stood in her doorway with a shit-eating grin.
I held up the letters from the HOA and said, “What is this shit?”
Sara turned her head and noted, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
I quickly replied, “Bullshit! You know exactly what these are. What’s your problem?”
Sara sighed, “Look, I don’t want you making a scene out here in front of my house. Meet me at the café over on 7th street and we can talk about this.”
Fuming, I retorted, “Fine. When?”
“Right now. It’s not like you are working or anything,” Sara hissed.
I shot her a fuck you look and said, “No problem. See you there.”
I hopped in my car and drove to the café. I arrived before Sara and requested a table for two in the corner. After ten minutes of waiting, I was becoming agitated and ordered a drink to calm my nerves. Sara walked in the front door and the hostess directed her to our table.
“So, what the hell, Sara?” I asked as soon as she sat down.
Sara took a sip of my bourbon and said, “Calm down, Jake.”
“Calm down,” I replied. “You’ve been acting like a total bitch.”
Just then, the waitress sauntered up to our table. Sara and I both put on our suburban happy faces and smiled at the waitress. After taking our orders, she hurried back to the kitchen.
Alone again, Sara noted, “Jake, you need to chill. You are going to attract attention.”
“Ever since you left my house a few weeks ago, you have been acting like a cunt. And that thing at the party where you grabbed my cock in the bathroom and then treated me like shit afterwards, what was that all about?” I asked.
After a long pause, Sara sighed, “Are you really that dense? We have to keep up appearances, Jake. We have always been at each other’s throats. We can’t act like we’re friends all of a sudden. It would look suspicious.”
I thought about it and realized Sara was right. “Well, that does make sense,” I said.
Sara shook her head and said, “You really are a dumbass sometimes.”
Although she was on the money with most points, her constant belittling was irritating. Neighborhood Karen. The cold fish wife. I guess this was just Sara’s true nature deep down inside. I wanted to change that and teach her some respect.
Our conversation eased, and tensions de-escalated. As we continued chatting over lunch, Sara’s playful foot teased my leg, reigniting the sexual tension between us.
“So, what time does Lexi get home from work?” Sara playfully asked.
I looked at my watch. It was just past noon.
“She gets off at 5. With traffic, she usually arrives home around 6 o’clock,” I answered.
Sara got an evil grin and ran her foot up to my crotch beneath the table. I was getting the point of what Sara wanted.
“So, you want to head back to my place for a little fun?” I asked, thinking only with my cock rather than my brain.
Sara rolled her eyes and shook her head. “So all of the neighbors can see us? Jake, you really are an idiot,” Sara snarled.
Once again, she was right. It is hard to think straight when you are horny, and your cock is directing your actions.
“Look. We could pay a visit to the hotel down the street if you are up to it. Seems like we have a few hours all to ourselves,” Sara offered as a solution.
I smiled and nodded, “I’ll get a room and text you the info.”
I drove down the street to one of the chain hotels that seemingly popped up all over the place. I booked the room and paid with cash so nothing would appear on my credit card. I texted Sara the hotel room number and headed up.
While waiting, thoughts swirled in my head, “Why did Sara always look down on me? Does she think she is better than me? She can be such a bitch! Her attitude really needs an adjustment.”
A few minutes passed, and there was a knock on the door. I let Sara into the room and tried to take her into my arms.
Sara pushed me away and said, “Relax, Jake. Let me at least freshen up first.” She shook her head and noted, “All you guys do is think with your cock. It’s a wonder how you get anything done in this world.”
There she was once again with her haughty female superiority complex. I would soon remedy that.
Sara rounded the corner into the bathroom and turned on the sink. After washing her face, her eyes were covered with a towel while drying herself. I quietly sidled up behind her and put my hands upon her waist.
Sara protested, “Jake, just give me a minute.”
As the words came from her mouth, I smacked my hand upon her ass.
Sara’s eyes lit up, and she thought, “What the fuck?”
I laid into Sara once again, hitting the same spot on her cheek with increasing force. The muscles of her glutes tightened as my hand bounced from her backside.
Sara blurted out, “Hey, what are…”
Another swat on the ass. This time much harder than before.
I held Sara tightly with my free arm and put my face close to her ear. “You’ve been an uppity little cunt, haven’t you?” I said with authority.
“Jake, hey…,” Sara shakily said as I cut her off with yet another smack to her buttock.
Sara’s ass stung from the four spankings she just received. Her mind went into overdrive as she tried to process what was happening. In her entire life, Sara had never been spanked. Not by her father. Not by her mother. And certainly, not by her timid husband Alan. While Sara had seen spanking in porn, she occasionally watched while alone at home, she never thought about it happening to her. Everything was moving so fast.
Sara’s mind was shaken back to reality with another hand to the ass. The force of this smack caused her taut stomach muscles to tighten, and she involuntarily bent over the bathroom counter. With her hands grabbing the sink for support, Sara’s firm ass tantalizingly stuck out. The cotton fabric of her short dress draped Sara’s backside, straining to cover what lay beneath.
With one hand pinning Sara’s shoulder, I used my free hand to roughly lift her skirt.
Seeing reddened bare ass cheeks, I said, “Well, well, well. What do we have here? A sexy little thong splitting the crack of your ass? Is this for me?”
Sara did not answer.
Another hard spank on her ass was administered. With the fabric of her dress lifted, my hand hit her bare flesh, creating a sound that echoed from the walls of the bathroom.
Sara whimpered an incoherent response.
“I didn’t hear you,” I said as I rained down another spanking to her naked bottom.
“Yes. Yes, it is for you,” Sara exclaimed as she recovered from the shock of the latest smack. Sara looked at herself in the mirror. With her bare ass exposed and her body bent over the counter like a slut waiting to be taken, Sara felt vulnerable and humiliated.
“I didn’t hear you…Daddy,” I admonished with an exceptionally hard hand to the ass.
“Yes, Daddy, it is for you,” Sara quickly replied as the stinging of her skin intensified.
Having finally gotten some acquiescence from Sara, I slowly rubbed the reddened skin of her cheeks with my hand.
Sara was relieved the spanking had stopped. The skin of her backside was on fire, and Jake’s hand felt good while it gently rubbed small caressing circles. Her chest heaving heavily as she attempted to catch her breath, a strange feeling took hold of Sara. The heightened sensation of her now raw skin and the tender touch on her bare ass was exciting her. Sara could feel her pussy tingling and lubricated with desire.
I could see that Sara was beginning to realize who was in control of this situation and said, “Now, are you going to be a good little girl for me?”
Sara looked at me in the reflection of the mirror and said, “Yes.”
I landed an especially hard smack to her ass and corrected, “Yes…Daddy.”
Her eyes wincing as the sting of the latest spanking took hold, Sara squealed, “Yes. Yes. Yes, Daddy!”
Sara could not understand it, but she was becoming highly aroused at being dominated by the man behind her. His hand forcefully restraining her and his body preventing any attempt at retreat, Sara was at his mercy. The skin of her bare ass now throbbed, and each heartbeat sent a zing of strangely surprising pleasure. She felt a hard cock pressing into her backside and was aching to have her lover inside of her. Sara wriggled her ass, offering herself and hoping for relief from her lustful desires.
I felt Sara pushing back into me, knowing what she wanted. To remind her who was in control, I landed another blow to the skin of her naked backside and sternly noted, “Did I say you could move your ass? I don’t think you understand who is in control here.”
I landed another hard blow and then another. With each slap, Sara’s ass jiggled, and the crimson color of her sensitive skin intensified. I unbuckled my belt, dropped my pants, and pulled out my cock. The sexual tension permeating the air and my aura of control had me harder than ever.
I pressed my rigid member into Sara’s skin and said, “You need to be taught a lesson. Don’t you?”
Sara’s ass was stinging more than ever as she looked into the mirror and saw what was about to transpire. “Oh my God, he is going to fuck me right here in the bathroom,” raced through Sara’s mind. Although this man had just spanked her ass raw, she was aching for his cock to fill her pussy, which was now begging for attention.
“Yes, yes, I need to be taught a lesson,” Sara breathlessly gasped as she tried to push herself into her lover.
A loud smacking sound reverberated as I once again brought my hand down upon Sara’s ass.
I sternly corrected Sara, “I need to be taught a lesson…Daddy.”
Sara quickly replied, “Yes, Daddy. A lesson. Please teach me a lesson, Daddy.”
Sara really wanted to say, “Oh God, just fuck me with your cock,” but was afraid it would bring another painful spanking. She was beginning to learn obedience and simply repeated anything she was told.
Having Sara finally comply with my commands, I kicked her feet apart, and she willingly opened her legs. The fabric of her skirt bunched up as she arched her back and leaned into me. Reaching my hand between her legs, I felt the warm lust of her slick, swollen lips and knew she was ready.
Sara gasped as she felt rough fingers touch her labia and work their way to her engorged clit. Electric pleasure shot through her body when her most sensitive spot was found. Faster and faster the fingers worked their magic and Sara’s mind went blank as endorphins flooded her body.
I pulled the little fabric of Sara’s thong to the side and put the swollen head of my throbbing cock at the entrance of her pussy. With a hard thrust, her labial folds opened and welcomed me inside.
Sara felt firm pressure below as the thick cock strongly surged into her body. Vaginal muscles initially tensing to ward off the penetrating invader, they soon relaxed when pleasure took hold.
“Oh God, that feels so good!” Sara cried.
A hard smack to the ass with an open hand. “That feels good…Daddy,” I commanded as I thrust deeper inside of Sara.
Stretched to the point of fullness, and another stinging smack to the bare flesh of her ass, Sara’s pussy flooded for the meat that was rhythmically pounding it to submission.
It was difficult for Sara to speak as her body was rocking from the forceful fucking of her lover. The best she could offer was, “Daddy…oh Daddy…that feels so good! Uhhh!”
I grabbed Sara by the hips and increased my speed. My balls slapped her ass with each thrust and were becoming slick with juices flowing from her body. God, this felt so fucking good.
Sara lifted her head and looked into the mirror. Her face was enveloped with a look of pure lust the likes of which she had never seen. Who was this woman she was looking at? Sara did not care. All she could think about was the pleasure overtaking her body.
I saw Sara lift her head, and I grabbed a handful of hair. Pulling her head back to me, I fucked her harder and smacked my hand on her ass as forcefully as I could.
With another couple of palms to the skin of her backside, I growled, “Did I say you could look?”
Sara squealed at this latest series of smacks and could not find words to answer. The best she could offer was an unintelligible series of grunts as she absorbed the pounding from the cock behind her. With an orgasm rapidly building from within, the only thought in her mind was, “Please make me cum, Jake! Fuck me harder! God, this feels so good!”
With juices freely flowing down her legs, they began to quiver when Sara loudly shouted, “Daddy…Oh fuck, I am going to cum!”
Upon hearing this and sensing Sara was about to explode, I quickly pulled away from her. I did not want her to have the satisfaction of an orgasm just yet. Sara needed to be punished for being such a cunt these past few weeks.
Sara felt the hard cock withdraw from her pussy and the wave of her impending orgasm quickly subsided. God, she wanted to cum so badly!
She turned to me with a look of pleading and breathlessly said, “What’s the matter, Baby? Why did you stop?”
I smacked her on the ass once more and corrected, “Daddy!” “Only good little girls get to cum, and you have been unbelievably bad these past few weeks. You need more punishment before you get to go,” I chided.
I took Sara by the hand and led her to the bedside. I authoritatively instructed her to get on her knees. Although we had now fucked multiple times, I realized that I had never had my cock in Sara’s warm mouth. With Sara’s juices still clinging to my hard cock, I grabbed her hair and pushed her face to within inches of it. “You are going to suck this dick clean. If you do a good job, I will reward you by making you cum.”
Sara saw the hard glistening cock staring her in the face, and it looked delicious. Having just been spanked on the ass dozens of times and forcefully fucked to the precipice of bliss, she was willing to do anything her master asked.
Sara licked her lips and replied, “Thank you, Daddy,” as she leaned forward and took the cock into her mouth. It was so hot and hard. She could taste the saltiness of her sex as she slid the entire length of the shaft into her mouth.
With Sara obediently on her knees before me, I watched as she closed her eyes and parted her tender lips to take me in. The wet heat from her sweet mouth felt heavenly on my dick. With each suck, her velvety tongue danced on my cock and felt so good!
Sara closed her eyes and savored the taste of sex in her mouth. Her bliss was shaken when the hands holding her hair roughly shoved her forward. The stiff cock in her mouth worked its way past the soft folds of Sara’s tonsils and entered her throat. Sara was no expert cocksucker as she never gave her husband Alan the satisfaction of a blow job. She began to gag on the girthy penis filling her mouth and throat. Grunting and trying to pull away, the strong hands restraining her head would not allow it.
Sara’s panic swelled as she felt the need to breathe. She pushed to gain release but was unsuccessful. Mustering all of her strength, she once again pushed back at the hands restraining her and felt relief when they relaxed their hold.
Sara pulled the cock from her throat, coughed, and took a deep breath. Spit and precum ran down the side of her lips onto her chin. Sara took another deep breath just before the hard dick was forced back into her mouth. With each ensuing thrust, guttural grunts were the only sounds Sara could offer.
Sara looked so sexy with the entire length of me disappearing into her face. As I fucked her throat, I said, “Just relax and take me in. Breathe through your nose. Do as I say, and you will be fine.”
As she took the hard cock into her throat, Sara felt the impending gag reflex rear its ugly head once again. Sara took a deep breath through her nose and relaxed the muscles of her throat. Though it took some concentration, Sara was soon breathing easily, and her esophagus was caressing the dick in her mouth. Sara could feel precum freely flowing and eagerly swallowed all that she could.
While I loved seeing Sara take the full length of me into her throat, I was dying to fuck her sweet pussy once again. I pulled from Sara’s mouth, and she caught her breath. From the obedient position on her knees, she gazed at me with wanting eyes, asking for more. I gently patted Sara on the head and said, “You sucked that cock like a good girl. Are you ready for your reward?”
Sara’s throat and jaw were sore from the face fucking she just received. She swallowed and savored the salty taste of sex in her mouth. Having been so close to climax from her earlier fucking and the new sensation of having a dick in her throat, Sara’s lust was at a fever’s pitch.
Sara looked up to me and begged, “Yes, Daddy, please fuck me. Please make me cum!” Sara felt like a woman possessed. She would do anything to satisfy the lust that was burning within. Her mind raced and she thought, “Anything! I will do anything you ask! Just make me cum goddammit!”
“Get on the bed and lie on your stomach,” I commanded.
I crawled behind Sara and lifted her hips into the air. Sara responded by arching her ass up to me. Her pussy was soaked with lust to the point it was running everywhere. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her. My tongue went wild, licking every curve she had to offer. The musky smell of her sex was intoxicating, and her taste heavenly.
With her ass freely offered to her lover, Sara felt a face plunge between her legs. The warm tongue it offered felt so good as it ran across the sensitive lips of her pussy. It slid towards her ass and quickly found her tightly puckered hole. Sara involuntarily clenched as the probing tongue ran circles before forcefully pushing in. No man had ever licked her asshole, and the sensation was invigorating. Sara bucked her hips, not wanting it to stop.
I sensed Sara’s excitement as I licked her tight asshole. Her little moans were driving me wild. I withdrew my tongue and looked at the sight before me. Sara’s sweet ass was wiggling back and forth, and I could see her still reddened skin from the spanking I earlier delivered. Her tightly puckered exit was staring at me and occasionally flinched as Sara moved her body. I was mesmerized and knew then that I wanted my cock in her ass.
Without thinking, I swung my hand and spanked Sara hard. She whimpered from the smack, and I spit on my hand to lube her asshole. Sara’s head quickly raised as I pushed the head of my cock against the tightly clenched muscles of her sphincter.
While Sara was inviting her lover to take her from behind, she was not expecting anal sex. A little doggy style? Yes. Anal? No. When she felt the head of a cock pushing into her asshole, she pulled away out of shock. No man had ever been there. Hell, she had never even put a dildo into her ass. As she attempted to retreat, a stinging spank rained down on the cheeks of her backside.
With my latest smack, Sara stopped moving and I resumed pushing into her ass. Again, Sara involuntarily pulled away. Smack! Smack! Smack! Each one harder than the last.
The pain of the spanking shook the fear from Sara, and she knew resistance was futile. She took deep breaths to calm herself and concentrated on relaxing her anal muscles. “Just let him put it in. God, I hope this doesn’t hurt,” was the thought that shot to the forefront of her mind.
The hard penis entering Sara’s ass felt enormous as it stretched her to the brink. With the pain from her anal intrusion intensifying to a peak, the swollen mushroom head finally slipped inside and Sara felt instant relief. This sensation was different than a cock in her pussy, so full and so much pressure. Sara was surprised to find the sensation pleasurable and breathed a sigh of relief.
With gentle yet continuous force, I finally pushed into Sara’s ass. I thought, “Holy shit, she is so fucking tight!” The muscles of her puckered little hole squeezed the thick shaft of my cock with every thrust. I grabbed her by the hips and began to pound as hard as I could. Between thrusts, I would smack Sara on the butt just to hear her squeal.
It was not long before Sara loved the feeling of a girthy cock in her virgin ass. The pressure and feeling of being stretched full were magnified with every thrust and Sara was in ecstasy. This new sensation quickly brought her to the brink, and pulsating waves of lust washed over her body.
“Oh my God, I…am…I am cumming! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!” Sara gripped the bedsheets and her legs trembled as her orgasm took hold. Cum seeped from Sara’s vagina and sloppy sounds soon filled the room as the cock continued its assault on her ass.
I felt Sara tense and release. “Orgasm number one,” I thought to myself. “Could I bring her to another?” I could feel the cum from Sara’s cunt dripping down to my balls. Fuck, I was ready to explode right then and there.
Sara’s orgasm subsided, but her lust was still high. In fact, she was so worked up that she knew another wasn’t far away if her lover refrained from blowing his load. Sara’s husband, Alan, rarely lasted more than two or three minutes, so rarely orgasmed during sex. Two orgasms? That was unheard of. Yet here she was…a cock pumping into her ass and on the precipice of orgasm number two.
Sara greedily craved another orgasm. She needed it. Sara felt the cock in her ass pounding like a jackhammer and did not notice the hand smacking her skin as she concentrated on reaching another orgasm.
Sara barked, “Fuck me, Jake! Fuck my tight little ass!”
With Sara attempting to give me an order, I gave her a hard spank and thrust deeper into her.
“Daddy!” I shouted as I administered numerous hard smacks to the ass and continued to furiously fuck.
The stinging spankings quickly brought Sara to another orgasm. Her body tensed and lifted from the bed. Cum once again flooded her pussy and dripped to the sheets as her body quickly went limp.
When Sara reached her second orgasm, her asshole clamped onto my cock like a vice, and I struggled to hold her body as it lifted from the bed. I could sense the impending spasms of my own orgasm and rapidly pulled out of Sara. A juicy wet squelch sounded off as my swollen head retreated from the tight grip of her asshole.
“Quick! Turn around and swallow me,” I breathlessly commanded Sara.
Sara did as instructed and presented her face before my cock. I was almost out of breath and felt as if my chest would explode while I vigorously stroked myself. Convulsions took hold and my painfully hard penis twitched as spurts of hot cum shot on my lover’s face. Sara flinched and closed her eyes when the first jet of salty white ejaculate hit her. She quickly grabbed my dick and took it into her mouth, not wanting to waste anything.
Straining the muscles of my ass to squeeze out every last drop of cum, I shouted, “Oh fuck,” and watched as Sara pulled me from her mouth. She looked at me with a Cheshire cat grin.
“Show me,” I bellowed and Sara obediently opened her mouth to proudly display the cum she had taken. I could see my milky white seed coating her tongue and demanded she swallow it. Sara did as she was told and greedily gulped down every last drop.
Physically spent and breathing heavily, Sara and I both flopped on the sheets, which were wet and cold with Sara’s cum. I was proud of myself for making her feel so good and pulled her towards me.
After holding Sara for a few minutes and catching my breath, I said, “That was amazing.”
Sara snuggled into me and purred, “Yes, it was. But my ass is going to hurt for days.”
We both laughed and continued to hold one another, fingers gently roaming.
Sara looked at me and said, “Jake, where is this going?”
I looked back and had trouble finding an answer. “I don’t know,” was all I could muster.
The clock on the nightstand read 4:30 pm. We had 90 minutes to clean up and get home.
To be continued…
