Tasting my daughter's best friend (3)

The energy seeped from her body. Her breath gushed from her nostrils over my knuckles. With a nervous look toward my open door, I took my hand away to let her breathe fully. I studied her. Sarah looked so relaxed, so beautifully satisfied. I couldn't believe I had made her cum. I'd nearly forgotten what it felt like.

"That... was... amazing," she whispered between breaths.

I licked my lips. There was a dull ache in my balls. I was about to continue thrusting when I felt Sarah pressing me away gently. When I climbed off of her, my stiff cock slid from her saturated pussy and bobbed free. I stood, my chest heaving and covered in sweat, beside the bed. Sarah sat up on the edge of the bed. She jerked my boxers to the floor and grinned up at me.

I jerked when she stroked my throbbing slimy dick in her fist.

"I want you to bend me over, Dave."

I watched her plant a wet kiss on my engorged tip.

"I want you to bruise my fucking ass."

I ground my teeth together when her tongue stud flicked under my shaft. Her deep hazel eyes twinkled up at me. She laid my cock on her cheek while she swirled her tongue against my balls.

"And I want you to cum on my ass. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

All I could do was nod. Sarah released my cock and spun around on the bed. She bent low on her knees, placed her cheek to the mattress, arched her back, and stuck her ass high in the air. For several seconds, I was petrified. I stared in awe at her the round mounds of ass cheeks. I traced the lines of her pink panties that hugged her flesh tightly. A familiar sense of guilt and caution surfaced within me. It was drowned by the venomous lust that pumped in my veins.

I stepped behind Sarah's ass. Turning, I looked toward the hall. All was silent but for my heavy breath. Looking back at Sarah, I couldn't believe what was happening. I reached up, grabbed her panties, and peeled them down to her thighs. They stretched thin from her spread legs. My cock was jumping as I neared the heat of the crack of Sarah's tight ass. I saw her open lips and the tiny starburst of her asshole.

It took the smallest push and my swollen head eased into Sarah's pussy. I felt her back herself onto my cock. When her ass cheeks pressed into my waist, it felt like my dick was in her stomach. Sarah felt it, for I heard the slow gasp of air escape her lips. I throbbed inside of her and I saw her fingers digging into my bedsheets.

Sarah started before I did. With a twist of her back, her ass cheeks popped up and down. I sucked in a breath and tried to keep my balance. Watching the snap and crash of her cheeks was enough to revive the burn of my orgasm. My hands shot up to her ass and clutched the soft flesh tightly. Then, I joined Sarah's motions.

Squatting slightly, I rammed myself into her. Sarah turned her face down into the bed. I could hear how loud the smack of our flesh was, over and over. I just didn't care anymore. It was too hot. My hips slammed her thighs and each time, I felt my balls brush the taught fabric of her panties. My cock plunged deep into her pussy. Her ass cheeks jiggled with my every violent thrust.

It was the sound that did it. I heard Sarah moaning loudly into the bed, her cries muffled by the mattress. Yet her ass still popped up and down, meeting my thrusts with a thunderous clap. My legs were getting weak just watching it all. I felt the hot pressure building in my shaft. I blinked as my vision blurred.

My only remaining senses came to me and I pulled my cock from Sarah's pussy a single motion. Right as I did, I saw my purple tip erupt. A ribbon of cum landed on her left ass cheek. I squeezed my shaft between my thumb and finger, pulling it from base to tip. My knees locked and my breath became a stutter. After several squirts, Sarah had my cum running down between her ass cheeks. She gave her ass a shake. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

All energy had escaped me. My spent cock throbbed weakly, dangling limp between my thighs. I was staring down at Sarah's bent form, at the peaks of her round ass flecked with drops of cum... my cum. That was Sarah, Julie's friend. That was the girl I had fantasized about so many times. I was overwhelmed, but I couldn't decide whether it was from satisfaction or shame.

Then, she was on her knees on the bed in front of me. Sarah looked exhausted, but still incredibly hot. Her brown hair clung to her forehead and cheeks. Her eyelids drooped over caramel candy irises. When she placed her arms around my neck, her breasts lifted and wobbled before pressing against my chest.

Sarah placed a gentle kiss on my lips. For a second I stood rigid, almost flinching from her touch. Eventually, my arms snaked around her small waist and pulled her close. When our lips parted, Sarah studied me with our faces only inches apart. Something in her eyes made my cares and worries fall away. Something about her touch made my every muscle feel alive and whole again. Gone were the aches in my knees, and I felt a different kind of heartburn. With such a delicate creature in my arms, I felt like the beast I had been in my youth, full of raw energy.

"You're pretty incredible, Mr. Harris."

I scoffed. "Me? I think I'm the lucky one here."

Her smile turned my legs to noodles. "That's sweet."

Something in her face changed then. It was so unsettling that my breath hung in my throat. The light seemed to escape the room.

"I... I know you probably think I'm a whore," Sarah whispered.

"N-no, Sarah--"

"I know I probably shouldn't have put you through all of this...."

"Sarah... it's, it's fine, I should have--"

"....But I haven't stopped thinking about you lately."

I blinked. Had I heard her right?

Sarah bit her lip. "It used to be like... a tiny crush. Just a silly fantasy. You always seemed so lonely, too. Now I want you all the time. I keep dreaming up these reasons to come over here with Katie...."

Sarah's eyes fell to the floor. I was speechless. It felt like some kind of trick. It had to be. There was no way this sexy young woman was falling for a man past his prime with salt and pepper hair.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Harris."

I still had trouble deciding if Sarah using my first name or last name was better or worse. I was distantly thinking about it and all she had just told me as she found her shirt and started to clean herself off.

"W-wait," I whispered, as loud as I dared. "You wanted to see me? To... to do what we've been doing because--"

"Kinda dumb, right?"

"What? No, no, it's not," I said reaching for her. "It's just really hard to believe. I mean, I thought I was the one getting the lucky end here."

Sarah grinned. "You were."

I watched her climb from the bed to stand near me.

"And I was, too."

Sarah placed a single palm on my chest. I saw her lip tremble before her tongue stud snuck out to roll across it. Even this absentminded little habit of hers made my heart swell. Her mouth opened as if to speak.

"I... I think I'm in...."

I saw her flush with color as she trailed off. She blinked and looked up into my eyes. Uncertainty and excitement collided inside of me, twisting in my chest like battling hawks in an empty sky. I knew the words she had almost said.

"Sarah?"

"I should be going," she whispered with a reassuring nod.

Sarah turned and headed for the open door. She held both hands over her topless body.

"Sarah!" I hissed. I knew I had to stop her but I didn't have a clue what to say. "Sarah!"

She pulled the door to behind her, but smiled to me. "Goodnight, Mr. Harris."

When I was alone, I must have stood for half an hour naked and confused, with a dripping cock and a gaping jaw. I should have said something. I was in such shock and awe that my brain was scrambled. The words still hadn't even formed in my head. What was I supposed to say? What was the answer?