In Part 1, the Sheriff (Tom) pulls over his son's girlfriend (Sara), whom he hasn't met. He intends to prank her into thinking she's in legal trouble, but she misinterprets it as a corrupt cop coercing sex from her. It leads to intense sex that is the best of both their lives. They know in their heads and hearts that it shouldn't happen again, but their bodies may not let them stay loyal to their significant others.

After the intense sexual adventure of Friday morning, Sara tried her best to focus on being the best girlfriend she could as she met Carl's family. His mom, Carol, has been so welcoming and kind. His 18-year-old sister, Candice, has been a blast to hang out with. She's like the little sister Sara never had.

On Friday night, she collapsed in bed as her body recovered from exhaustion and Tom's thick cock. On Saturday night, she wanted to make up for some of her betrayal, even if Carl didn't even know that there was anything to make up for. In addition to blowing and fucking his dad, she had allowed him to fuck her bareback and cum in her mouth which she had never let Carl do. She also got a sexy thrill out of sucking her own pussy juices off Tom's cock, which she wanted to experience again, even if she wouldn't admit that.

Unfortunately, Carl was just too proper. He didn't want to risk impregnating her, so when Sara asked to try without the condom, he insisted they keep it. As Carl built to his orgasm, Sara said she wanted to taste his cum, and that made him cum instantly in the condom. It wasn't bad sex. Completely enjoyable sex, if she was honest, but it paled in comparison to sex with Tom, and it didn't let her even out the karmic ledger.

What made it worse was that 15 minutes after they finished, Carl was asleep while Sara was captivated by the sounds of Tom and Carol's passionate sex. Based on the bedside clock, it was 42 minutes of bedsprings and moans. Sara couldn't help but wonder if she was what had inspired Tom's performance or if this was how Tom always performed.

Carol couldn't imagine what she'd done to deserve this four-orgasm epic from her husband. She hadn't had four orgasms in the past two months. While Carol and Tom still loved each other and found each other attractive, time can lead you into a rut. They had fallen into a schedule of sex every other week that followed almost the same script each time: 2 minutes of kissing, 5 minutes of undressing and Tom playing with her tits, 5 minutes of Tom fingering her while she sucked Tom's dick followed by 5 minutes of missionary. It was usually good for one orgasm a piece, but no new memories.

Tonight was different. Tom attacked her like an animal. He pinned her to the refrigerator and kissed her like he hadn't since their wedding night. While forcefully holding her wrists against the cabinet over her head, he gently nibbled her neck and ears. His free hand slowly slid up her shirt and gently caressed her breast before aggressively pinching her nipple. She moaned and warned Tom that Sara or the kids could stumble upon them at any second.

Tom lifted her like she weighed nothing, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She loved how strong Tom was and how small it made her feel. Tom carried Carol to their bedroom. He tossed her on the bed and locked the door. He climbed on top of her and ripped her shirt in half. Luckily, it was a shirt she'd mentally earmarked to donate.

"Tom, what are you doing? What's gotten into you?"

As he rummaged through the end table and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, he replied in his best press conference voice, "While I hope you enjoy what's about to happen, I will not be taking any questions or requests at this time."

With little effort, he repositioned her into the center of the bed with her head near the headboard. He slapped the cuff onto her left wrist, then fished the cuff around a bar in the headboard and cuffed her right wrist. The sound of the handcuffs unlocked a sensory memory of him handcuffing Sara the day before. The jingle of the cuffs reminded him of she stroked his cock with her bound hands. Lust was overtaking any semblance of logic and emotion.

Tom unbuttoned and pulled off Carol's jeans. He looked down on her helplessly bound to the bed in just her bra and panties. She was a slender 5'6'' woman toned by years of yoga at her friend's yoga studio. She had D-cup breasts that had grown a cup size after each child. They were saggier than when she was young but still exceptional. Her rarely trimmed bush was visible at the edges of her panties. Her hair was already a mess despite having it colored and trimmed for Sara's arrival. Her face and chest were flush with arousal. While this was an undeniably sexy sight, he was distracted by memories of yesterday's conquest of Sara's petite body and tight pussy.

Tom threw off his clothes, noticing that his cock was already fully hard. Usually, they had to work up to that with some help from his little blue pills. He pounced on top of his wife. He gently kissed her lips and then her neck while simultaneously roughly pulling her breasts out of her bra and pinching her nipples. This mix of gentle and rough was driving her wild, and she had no idea it was because of the 21-year-old cocksucker in her son's childhood bedroom.

Tom gently sucked on her right nipple, enjoying how erect it was. He let it out of his mouth and lightly blew cold air on it, sending a shiver through Carol. He then suddenly bit it just hard enough to send a lightning bolt through her body and a loud yelp out of her mouth.

"Oh Tom, YES!"

Tom slowly kissed down her body. He kissed her waist just above her panties. He pulled her panties an inch lower and kissed just along her again. Lust was boiling inside her while Tom teased her. He pulled her panties even lower, revealing her thick bush. Tom couldn't help but compare it to Sara's hairless pussy.

He pulled her panties down to her mid-thighs. He kissed her inner thighs. He let his lips just barely brush against her pussy lips. He let out a slow breath against her wet pussy. She moaned.

He pulled back just a little. Carol whimpered in frustration. Tom then dove in. With a thigh on either side of his head, he licked from the top to the bottom of her pussy and back up. He spread her lips with his hand and licked deeper into her. He probed his tongue into her like a little cock. He slowly moved up and sucked on her clit until she started moaning. He then slid his thick finger inside her and started tickling the top inside wall of her pussy.

Carol was in heaven, trying to remember the last time she was eaten out. Tom was wondering what Sara's pussy tasted like.

Due to her general lack of sexual attention recently, Carol quickly approached her orgasm. "Oh, Tom... Oh! Tom ... OH! Tom! ... OH! TOM!, OH! TOM!, OH! TOM!, OHHHHHH, TOMMMMMM!" Her body shuddered, and her legs clamped down on Tom's head. She wanted to reach down and pull Tom off her pussy so she could kiss him, but the handcuffs wouldn't allow it. She could only moan as Tom continued to suck her clit throughout her orgasm.

Tom pulled himself up and kissed her deeply, sharing her pussy juices with her. She passionately kissed him back. Tom gripped her by her throat and pulled away, for his lips were just out of reach of her lips.

"Are you ready for my cock?" he said more sternly than normal.

She glanced down and saw his cock more erect than she'd seen it in years.

"Oh yes, Tom. Give it to me. I need you."

Still holding her by the throat and keeping his face next to hers, he climbed on top of her, his huge frame hulking over her petite body. With his free hand, he positioned his cock to rest on top of her pussy. Slowly moving it back and forth.

"Is this what you want?"

With a whimper, "No, please put it in me. I need you."

Putting just the head in and holding it there, "Like this?"

"NO! PLEASE?!"

He pushed in an inch and held, "Like this?"

"NO!" she groaned helplessly.

Another inch and stopped, "Like this?"

"NO! FUCK ME, YOU ASSHOLE!"

"Why didn't you say so?" He slowly pushed himself all the way in. She took his whole 8-inch cock without a problem. Carol moaned with satisfaction at being filled by his rock-hard cock. Tom remembered how long it took Sara's tight pussy to accommodate his whole cock.

He fucked her at an even tempo, completely in control. Spending the entire time replaying his wild sex with Sara in his mind. Tom was oblivious to Carol wrapping her legs around him and moaning unrelentingly. He was remembering Sara's sexy little whimpers as she struggled to take his cock. Tom stared into his wife's eyes as he thought about how Sara's tits jiggled in her dress as she bounced up and down on his dick while Carol screamed his name as she came for the second time.

Tom rolled off his wife. As she dreamily enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm, he pulled her legs to the side of the bed. With her hands still cuffed to the center of the headboard, he rolled her over. He put her left leg on the ground and kept her right knee on the edge of the bed. She was completely compliant because she was barely aware of what was going on.

Carol's mental fog was just lifting as Tom pushed his cock into her pussy from behind. All he could do was remember how good it felt to pound Sara in the prone position in the passenger seat of her car. All Carol could do was moan. This was her favorite position, and Tom filled her.

Tom kept a steady pace because, mentally, he was miles away fucking Sara. Carol continued to moan her husband's name as he gave her more pleasure than she had in years. The only thing that distracted Tom from his fantasy was his wife yelling, "FUUCCKKK!" as she had yet another orgasm.

Tom unlocked her handcuffs and told her to ride his cock. Carol, who was so full of pleasure and love for her husband, eagerly mounted him so she could bring him some fraction of the pleasure he had brought her. As Carol bounced on his cock, he started imagining new scenarios with Sara beyond their adventure the other day. He imagined fucking her in the bed he shared with his wife. He started bucking his hips to match his wife's. He imagined eating her pussy as pre-cum started leaking out of his cock. He imagined her screaming his name as he approached his orgasm. He imagined cumming inside Sara's unprotected pussy as he blew his load into his wife, sending her to her final orgasm.

They spooned as they fell asleep. Carol savored her feeling of physical and emotional fulfillment. Tom plotted how he could find another opportunity to fuck Sara.

The next morning, Tom found out that his plotting wouldn't be necessary. Carl informed everyone that his Check Engine light came on in his car last night, so he'd have to drive into town and get it checked out. The only mechanic open on Sunday was about a 25-minute drive away, so he'd be gone at least two hours.

Carol let everyone know her plan for the morning was to do yoga and then go grocery shopping in preparation for the party they were throwing that evening, which would keep her out for a couple of hours. Candice said she and a couple of friends would take the boat out for a while and would be back around lunchtime. She asked if Sara wanted to come.

Sara gave a glance at Tom, who gave her a knowing smirk. The Devil on her shoulder said stay back and fuck your boyfriend's dad again. The Angel on her shoulder said let's not kid ourselves we both know what you're going to do. She then said she had just got a paper returned to her by a professor with some comments that she needed to respond to ASAP. Getting it done when everyone was out would mean she could enjoy the party that evening.

Carl left the house at 9:30. Carol was gone at 9:45. Sara and Tom were both as giddy as school kids as they waited for Candice and her friends to leave. Her friends Emma and Sophie showed up around 10:00. Apropo of nothing, Tom blurted out that he had already filled the boat with gas, put life jackets onboard, filled a cooler with drinks & snacks, and prepared a bag with beach towels, the wireless speaker & sunscreen.

"Ummm, all right, Dad. Calm down."

"Ohh, I just want you girls to have a good time."

"Thank you, Mr Carson," Emma and Sophie giggled in unison.

As the three 18-year-olds in bikinis and hoodies left, Tom and Sara stared at each other from across the living room. Sara bit her lip, and she breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling in her tight midriff tank top with tight denim shorts. Tom smiled ear to ear. Sara admired his muscular body in the well-fitted henley t-shirt that he left unbuttoned, showing off a hint of chest hair. The sleeves were tight on his large biceps. Sara realized that even though they had sex, she'd never seen him without his clothes on. She looked down at his khaki shorts with a clear outline of his hardening cock. The anticipation of exploring his body made her wet, and her nipples hardened visibly through her shirt.

As they were both about to take a step forward, the tension was broken by Emma bursting into the room. Tom quickly turned and pretended to be interested in the bookshelf next to him. Sara looked around and stammered, "Oh, there's my backpack."

Emma, clearly noticing that she walked in on something, slowly picked up her phone from the coffee table and awkwardly said, "Forgot my phone." Before cautiously backing out of the room, then running out of the house and back towards the boat with her friends.

Once Emma was out of sight, Sara and Tom broke into laughter. Tom confidently strode across the room to Sara. He rested his right arm on the wall above her head, looming over her. The mood instantly shifted from levity back to smoldering passion. Tom gently brushed her hair behind her ear, then raised her chin. He stared into her eyes. She melted for him. He leaned in, and she went up on her tiptoes to meet his lips for a kiss, only the second time. This time, with no hesitation or guilt. This was exactly what both had been fantasizing about for the past two days.

Without breaking the kiss, Tom wrapped his arms around her, lifting her like she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Tom carried her to his bedroom. He threw her on the bed. He swung the door closed with such force it bounced off the doorframe and was ajar. Tom quickly took off his shirt and shorts, allowing Sara to gawk at his thick cock straining to be released from his boxer briefs. Sara pulled off her tank top and shorts. She kneeled on the bed in her white cotton bra and panties.

"I wish I had lingerie and stockings and high heels for you."

"Maybe next time," he growled.

The idea of there being a next time or even becoming Tom's mistress sent a thrill through Sara's body. She never dreamed of being someone's Other Woman. She was never tempted by her friends' boyfriends, her professors, or any other taken men. It didn't have a draw for her. But the idea of being a secret slut for Tom felt like her purpose in life.

She crawled to the edge of the bed. She ran her nails along Tom's chest and flat stomach. He was built like a linebacker with broad shoulders, thick arms that were just the right amount of veiny, and a flat stomach. He wasn't chiseled like a model to be beautiful. He was built for strength, not for show. His chest hair was thick and a mix of dark brown and gray. He was so rugged and manly that she didn't know if she'd be able to go back to college boys after this.

Tom gently brushed her hair out of her face. He cupped the side of her face in his large hand. Sara leaned into it. He stroked her chin with his thumb. She moaned contentedly. He just barely rubbed his thumb across her pouty lips. She opened her mouth and sucked on his thumb seductively. She thought about how his thumb felt about as thick as Carl's cock in her mouth.

She released his thumb and rose on her knees so she could kiss his neck, then down to his shoulders and collarbones.

"I heard you having sex with your wife last night. I was so jealous." She continued to kiss down to his chest. She ran her fingers through his chest hair. She flicked his nipples with her tongue, sending a chill down his spine.

"It was your fault. I haven't stopped thinking about you, and I got so horny."

"So you were thinking about me while you fucked your wife?" she asked innocently, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes as she kissed down his abs.

"Definitely, you're all I could think about. I haven't been able to get fully hard for her without Viagra in years, but you turn me into steel," he said, grabbing his cock through his boxers. This confession made Sara's pussy throb. Just like their first encounter, she was completely wet without having been touched.

She was kissing around the waist of his boxers. "Oh, there is steel in here, you say? I guess I'll have to inspect it."

She dragged her nails down the outside of his boxers over his cock. It flexed from her touch. She giggled. She looked up into his eyes, and she kissed up his clothed dick. When she got up to the base, she grabbed the waistband of his boxers.

"It's not too late to stop. The last time was an accident. This is different. If we do this, you're officially a cheating husband who fucks his son's girlfriend, and I am a slut who seduces married men behind her boyfriend's back."

Tom suddenly grabbed her by her hair, looked into her eyes, and, seething through gritted teeth, said, "Door's over there if you're having second thoughts and want to be a loyal girlfriend. My cock's right here if you're my slut."

She took no time to choose. It was obvious what she was. She pulled his boxers down, and his cock sprung up and hit her on the side of the face before coming back down to rest across her face from chin to forehead.

"Good girl. What are you going to do now?" he asked as he released her hair.

"I'm going to suck this big married cock better than your wife ever has. Better than I've ever sucked Carl's."

"How can such a sweet young girl be so fucking filthy?"

"I wasn't until you made me this way." She smiled proudly with his hard cock still resting across her face.

"Show me."

With that command, she instantly switched from giddy foreplay to cocksucking slut mode. She licked his cock from base to tip. She sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the ridge. Without releasing his cock from her mouth, she put her hair in a ponytail with a scrunchy on her wrist.

She ran her lip along the underside like she was playing a giant harmonica. She traced her tongue along the large veins. She lifted it so she could suck on his balls. She dragged her nails down his shaft while she did.

Tom couldn't look away from this beautiful sweet young girl absolutely worshiping his cock. She had the face of an angel with her bright blue eyes and blonde hair. She looked like she should be running for prom queen or volunteering at church, but she was here wrecking his marriage vows and doing everything she could to please his cock.

Saliva was dripping down her chin onto her perfect breasts. The two perky breasts were each a handful. They jiggled and swayed each time she moved her mouth up and down his cock. Her nipples stood out even through the thick material of her bra. On her petite frame, they looked much bigger than their C-cup size. He wondered if they were big enough to titty fuck.

He looked down at her body at her tiny waist that he could almost wrap her hands around. That gave way to her toned ass stuck out. She always thought it was too big, but Tom, like almost every man who saw her, thought it was incredibly sexy. Even though she was partially bikini-cut panties, they couldn't contain her firm ass. He reached down and squeezed her ass with his strong hand. Her entire ass cheek fit in his large hand. He let go and gave it a loud slap.

Sara removed his cock from her mouth. She rolled over and lay on the bed with her head hanging off the edge. "Please fuck my face. I think this is the best position to take your whole cock down my throat."

"Is this how you blow my son?"

"No, I don't need any special tricks to handle that ordinary dick," she said with borderline disgust.

God, he loved his dirty little cheating slut.

She leaned her head back and opened her mouth wide, eagerly awaiting his hard cock. Tom slid his thick cock into her waiting mouth. He quickly met resistance from her throat. He slowly pulled back and then pushed through. Sara gagged. Tom pulled out.

"Again. I can do better, Daddy," she pleaded.

Tom pushed in again, this time with less resistance. He slid into her throat. Gradually, he kept pushing forward. Inch after agonizing inch forced its way into Sara's throat. Tom went as slow as he could. He wasn't sure if that was to be gentle on Sara or to torture her, either way, he enjoyed every damn second.

Slowly, more and more and more cock pushed down her throat. Sara struggled to get enough air through her nose, but breathing was a secondary priority right now. Pleasuring the man who made her a cheating slut was her prime focus.

Finally, his cock fully penetrated her throat. His balls rested on her nose and eyes. She moaned on his cock, so happy at her accomplishment. Tom proudly stood over his dominated slut, lusting over her petite body, and his cock completely filled her mouth and throat. From the neck down, she looked so sweet in her conservative bra and panties on his youthful body. From the neck up, she was a slobbering slut being worn by his cock.

He slid most of the way out before slowly shoving his cock all the way back down her throat. He held her by the chin and fucked her face. The room was filled with wet slurping sounds. As he sped up, his balls slapped against his face. He owned her. They both felt it, and they both loved it.

He worked up his tempo as he face-fucked the 21 year-old in his marriage bed. Her perky tits began to shake with every stroke. He reached down and opened the front clasp of her bra, revealing her breasts from the first time. Even lying on her back, her breasts remained perky. They had clear tan lines from tanning in a bikini. Freed from their confinement, they jiggled every time he slammed his cock down her throat. Her nipples stood tall, begging for attention. He filled each hand with one of her tits.

"God, these are so much more firm than my wife's."

It thrilled Sara to be favorably compared to his wife. She loved how his large hands completely enveloped her tits. He made her feel so small.

Tom pinched her nipples. She moaned on his cock. She didn't realize how much her body needed to be played with until now. He slapped her right breast, then her left. The pain shocked and excited her.

Tom was in Heaven: the sight of him fucking the face of an angel, Sara's lurid slurping sounds, the feel of her tight throat on his rock-hard cock, and her firm breasts in his hands. The room was thick with the smell of sweat and sex. He was experiencing ecstasy. He felt cum starting to boil in his balls. This amazing little slut was going to make him blow his load soon.

"OH GOD! You're going to make me cum!"

Sara moaned and arched her back, pushing her chest into his hands. Her slurping got louder. She lusted for him cum. Her throat and body were on fire, and she needed his cum to salve her. This was her purpose. His cum was her fulfillment.

"Good girl...GOOD girl ... GOOD GIRL! ... HERE IT COMES! ... TAKE IT ALL!"

He roared with satisfaction as he pulled his cock from her throat. His first blast of cum shot across her body from her tits to her naval. His second blast hit her chin and streaked across her neck. His third and fourth shots filled her mouth. She closed her mouth to swallow as his next shots coated her face. He pushed his dick past her lips, and she nursed the remaining cum from his cock.

"Oh fuck, that was good. No one has ever managed to make me cum from just oral. You are incredible."

He pulled his cock out of Sara's mouth. He bent down and gave her a passionate upside kiss. Her face was still a mess from her drool and his cum, but he couldn't control himself.

Sara felt like a goddess. She had done what his wife couldn't and got him to cum with just her mouth. He also came all over her in a way no other man had, from her belly button to her face. He had possessed and marked her as his. The way he kissed her even though her face was covered in cum made her feel like he accepted her as a slut and a fucktoy, unlike the college boys like his son who would talk a big sex game but get icked out after cumming.

Tom lifted Sara and tossed her into the middle of the bed. He climbed on top of her, his powerful body dwarfing the petite girl under him. In their first encounter, neither of them were able to get fully naked. Now was his first chance to explore her entire body. He kissed her neck while his body pressed against hers. He loved the feeling of her breasts squishing against his chest. The mixture of his cum and both their sweat made their skin slick.

Sara's fingers traced over the muscles of his neck and back as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. She loved the sensation of his body pressing her into the bed, his powerful muscular build crushing her. The full body-to-body contact lubricated by cum and sweat made her incredibly wet. She could feel an orgasm building even though her pussy had yet to be touched.

She moaned loudly like an animal in heat as he kissed from her neck to her chest, his stubble and mustache bristling against her soft skin. He sucked on her right nipple before giving it a rough bite. Sara loved the mixture of pain and pleasure. This is what it was to be with a real man.

He moved his attention to her left breast. His rough, strong hands replaced his mouth on her right breast. He gently flicked her left nipple with his tongue while he forcefully pinched her right. She moaned and whimpered as her pleasure built towards a climax.

"Oh, Daddy ... Yes, Daddy ... Please, just like that ... Thank you, Daddy ... I going to cum soon ... your son's never made me cum from just my tits ... "

That comment unleashed an animalistic beast from inside him. He brutally bit her nipple, causing Sara to cry out. He gave each breast a violent slap. All his attention was on her body. He couldn't kiss, suck, bite, pinch, grope, and lick fast enough. Sara was spiraling towards her orgasm, totally lost to the world.

That's why neither of them noticed Emma, his daughter's 18-year-old friend, watching from the door. She'd come back to use the bathroom. She overheard the noises coming from the bedroom and came to investigate. She already had her suspicions based on the sexual tension she witnessed when she came back for her phone. Emma had had a crush on Tom since she was in junior high, but seeing her friend's stern father and pillar of the community going absolutely wild on this 21 year-old girl unlocked a new level of desire. She would never have thought he'd even entertain the idea of cheating on his wife. She would have stayed and watched, but she heard Candice downstairs and couldn't let her find this. She rushed downstairs and ushered Candice and Sophie back to the boat.

Sara was panting like a bitch. "OH DADDY! ... SOON ... I'M SO CLOSE! ... THANK YOU, DADDY! THANK YOU, DADDY! ..." After that, her words became incoherent groans and screams. Lust and pleasure were the only meaning anyone could derive. Her body started shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

Tom grabbed her panty-clad pussy with his free hand. Her eyes suddenly locked back into focus, and she let out a scream rarely heard outside a horror movie. Her body convulsed wildly as her climax rocked her.

Tom lifted himself off her so he could appreciate his conquest. He savored the sight of the whimpering little blonde girl quivering with pleasure beneath him. She was covered in sweat. Strands of his cum hung between his chest and hers. Her breasts were flushed from their rough treatment and covered in bite marks and quickly forming bruises. Her tender skin was chaffed from his stubble and rough hands.

As she caught her breath, she softly whimpered, "No man has ever ... Your son has never ... Only you."

Tom knelt between Sara's legs. He peeled her panties off, noticing how they wetly clung to her pussy, just like their first encounter. He lowered his face towards her with one leg over each shoulder. He stopped just short to enjoy the fragrance of her wet pussy. He wasn't shy about eating pussy, but this was the first one he would have paid to taste, not that he needed to since he already owned this one.

He slowly licked her slit from bottom to top. He used her fingers to spread her pouty hairless pussy lips and licked more deeply. She tasted incredible. He kept at it, slowly licking, deeper and deeper. Sara moaned appreciatively.

"You taste so much better than my wife," he teased, knowing the impact it would have on her. "This is what I'll be thinking about any time I have to settle for fucking her."

Sara's pride swelled, and her pussy gushed. "Ohhhh, thank you, Daddy. Hopefully, you never need to fuck her again."

"Good girl."

Tom moved his attention to her clit. He flicked it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He slid his middle and ring fingers into her tight wet pussy. .

"Oh God, yes!. You even eat pussy better!"

She ran her fingers through his thick salt-and-pepper hair. She grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pulled him tighter against her pussy. She unconsciously squeezed his head with her toned thighs.

Tom built a steady rhythm with his tongue and with his fingers. His hand was quickly coated in her pussy juice. The room filled with the sounds of Sara's moaning. The air was thick with sweat and pussy. The sheets, already damp with her sweat, were now soaked with Sara's fluids.

Elsewhere, almost everyone else was oblivious to Tom and Sara's sexual exploits. Carl was impatiently scrolling his phone, waiting for his car to be fixed, completely unaware his father was sending his girlfriend to new heights of sexual pleasure. He couldn't have imagined his good little girlfriend that he brought home to meet his parents was moaning about how much better his father was at eating pussy than he was. He remembered her birthday was next month, so he started looking for gifts on his phone.

Carol had just finished her yoga class. Four days per week, she worked hard to stay in shape to keep Tom interested. Her best friend owned the studio, so she stopped to chit-chat. Her friend asked why she seemed so contented, and Carol giggled like a schoolgirl as she bragged about her sexual exploits from the night before. She was totally unaware that, at that very moment, her husband was devouring the pussy of a slut half her age and telling that slut how much better her pussy tasted. Carol decided she would need to make Tom his favorite dessert tonight since he earned it last night.

The only person even slightly aware of what was going on was young Emma, his daughter's best friend. While Candice and Sophie gossiped about boys and one of their teachers, Emma's mind was back at the house. Emma was mentally replacing Sara with herself. She wondered how Sara could have initiated an affair with Mr. Carson so quickly. She'd only been there for two days. It wasn't fair. Emma had wanted Mr. Carson for years. Plus, she was so much hotter than Sara. Emma was a statuesque 5'11'' compared to Sara's petite 5'2''. What a waste of a 6'4'' stud on a midget. Emma had long, wavy black hair, DD breasts, and the body of a future NCAA D-1 volleyball player. Needless to say, her Wonder Woman Halloween costume had men of all ages turning their heads. She quietly seethed with jealousy.

Sara was screaming, "Daddy!" over and over again as Tom sent her to another orgasm. Tom was worried she'd pull out his hair or suffocate him with her thighs as her strength seemed to triple as she was reaching climax. Her pussy gushed and convulsed around Tom's middle and ring fingers. She arched her back and pushed her clit into Tom's face. Her mouth formed an "O," but no sound could come out. She trembled and then went completely limp, almost losing consciousness.

Tom pulled back and gasped for air. With his left fingers still in her pussy, he grabbed her hair with his right hand and pulled her in for a kiss. After they broke their kiss, he held her face close to his, staring into her eyes, which blazed with love and lust. She was so grateful for all the pleasure he had given her and deeply craved the opportunity to please him.

He gently laid her head down on the bed and pulled his fingers out of her pussy. At first, she felt so empty, but then she noticed something. She reached down and pulled something hard and round out of her pussy. It was his wedding ring. Her pussy juice must have so thoroughly lubricated his fingers, and her young pussy was so tight she pulled it right off him.

Tom snatched it from her and slammed it on the nightstand. "I guess I don't need that anymore."

Sara beamed with pride and lust. She passionately kissed Tom. It was so passionate she didn't even notice Tom repositioning her in the bed. He placed her at the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor. He wanted to fuck her standing up with her feet over his shoulders. He quickly realized she was too short and the bed was too low.

Thinking fast, he picked her up off the bed with her legs over his arms and his hands holding her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She reached back with one hand and aimed his cock at her pussy. He lowered her until his cock popped into her. She put her arm back around his neck and stared into his eyes. Standing up, using just his arms, he lifted her and lowered her up and down his cock.

Sara had never experienced this position. She loved watching porn where they used this position. She'd always fantasized about it but had never been with a man strong enough to do it. And she was loving it more than she had imagined that she would. Even though it had only been two days, she desperately missed having his cock in her pussy.

"Oh! Yes, Daddy. No one has ever fucked me like this. Oh! Bounce me up and down on your cock. Oh!" letting out a sexy little "Oh!" each time he lets her all the way down his cock.

"Oh! I love your bare cock in my pussy. Oh! Your son wouldn't fuck me without a condom last night. Oh! You raised him too well. Oh! Now you're the only man who gets my pussy. Oh!"

This pleased Tom for reasons he didn't fully understand. His arms were tiring out before, but hearing that he alone owned her bare pussy gave him the strength of ten men. He increased his tempo, bouncing her even harder on his raging hard cock.

"Fuck! I love your tight pussy so much. I've never fucked my wife like this and never will."

"Oh! Fuck me... Oh! Better than...Oh! Your wife. Oh!"

Tom growled and fucked her harder. Sara was unbelievably tight. Sara never broke eye contact but could feel his muscles straining and bulging. Tom's cock was so big and so much deeper than Carl ever got.

"Oh! I want... Oh! You to be...Oh! The first man... Oh! to cum in my pussy...Oh! Cum! Oh! In! Oh! My! Oh! Pussy!!!"

Tom roared. The veins in his neck and arms bulged like they might escape his skin, but he did not slow down. In fact, he sped up.

"FUCK DADDY! I AM CUMMING!"

Sara's eyes rolled back in her head. Her pussy started milking Tom's rockhard cock. This sent him over the edge. He slammed Sara all the way down on his cock and blew the biggest load of cum in his life deep into her. She stared at him in shock. She couldn't believe how deep he was. She couldn't believe how much cum he was shooting into her. She couldn't believe how good it felt.

He held her there for what seemed like minutes. He leaned in and kissed her passionately. He never wanted to break this kiss or remove his cock from her pussy. They were two pieces of a puzzle that were made to fit together.

Eventually, exhaustion won out. He lay her on the edge of the bed and rolled off and out of her. Sara pulled her legs to her chest while lying on her back. She wanted to keep as much of his cum inside her and as deep inside her as possible. She loved the feeling of being full of Tom's cum. She couldn't believe she'd been denying herself this pleasure for so long, though she doubted it would feel as good to be full of Carl's puny load.

Tom held Sara and gave her sweet little pecks all over her face and neck. Tom noticed the clock and realized the dream was ending, and they needed to get back to real life.

"The others will be home soon."

"Ooookaay," Sara signed contentedly. She picked up her phone from her shorts. "Actually, Carl says he'll be another 45 minutes at least."

Looking at his phone. "Apparently, the store in town didn't have the ingredients for her chocolate silk pie, so Carol had to drive to another store, so she won't be home for a while either."

Tom looked out the window, and the girls on the boat were still on the other side of the lake. He looked back with a huge smile and was met with Sara's huge smile. "We can do this if we are quick. Want to fuck in the shower?"

Sara practically sprinted to the bathroom with Tom close behind. While the shower warmed up, he bent her over the counter with one of her feet on the ground and the other up on the sink. He forced his cock inside her. It was partially flaccid after cumming inside her, but it regained its hardness as he pumped her from behind.

She hung her head, enjoying feeling his cock grow inside her. Tom grabbed her by the hair and forced her to make eye contact through the mirror. He wrapped his other hand around her neck as his pace quickened. She gripped the counter so she could push back to meet his thrusts. She loved him being in complete control of her. He loved how she submitted completely to his cock.

"Do you love fucking my big cock?"

"I love it so much. I love it more than anything... Or anyone."

That statement hung in the air with a pregnant pause. She stared at his reflection, waiting for his reaction. He grew a cocky smirk.

"I know."

She loved his confidence. He didn't feel the need to say it back. He knew without a doubt that he owned her mind, body, and soul. He had stolen her heart and body from his son. He had laid claim to her parts of pussy and throat no man had explored before.

He noticed the shower steaming, so he pulled his cock out and spun Sara around. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around. Cum leaked from her well-used pussy.

The prior owners of the house were elderly and had installed grab bars that wrapped from one wall to the other. Tom set Sara in the corner with one leg on the bar on one wall and the other leg on the other bar. He kissed her deeply, and he sank his cock deep inside her.

By the second pump, Sara broke their kiss. All she could do was look up at Tom with puppy dog eyes and her mouth agape. She couldn't form words or even complete thoughts as Tom sawed 8 inches of rock-hard cock in an out of her tight pussy.

Tom was fixated on the sight of his cock sliding in and out of Sara's cunt. Her lips gripped his dick tightly, stretched to their limit. The only thing making it possible was the tremendous amount of pussy juice Sara produced just for Tom.

"Who owns this cunt?"

"Ohh! You do, Daddy. You own my cunt."

"Good girl!"

"Just say the word, and I'll never fuck Carl again. My pussy only gets used with your permission."

"My own personal whore."

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck me like the home-wrecking whore that you've turned me into!"

Tom grabbed Sara by the throat. He used his other hand to start strumming her clit as he continued to pump his cock into her.

"OH GOD!" She screamed. "I'M CUMMING!"

Her legs quivered and tuned to jello. She held on to Tom's shoulders for dear life. Her pussy spasmed on his cock.

Tom felt his own orgasm coming. He debated whether the cum in her mouth or in her cunt. He thought about the risk of impregnating her by cumming in her. That was all he needed to consider. He slammed his cock as deep inside her as possible and unleashed his cum as deep in her as he could.

"Thank you, Daddy. Fill me up. Fill me."

When he was done, he pulled his cock out. Sara went limp, and he lowered her to her knees. He stood up, and she instinctively started sucking her pussy juices off his cock.

After she finished, Tom cleaned himself while he towered over the petite, well- fucked girl. She was gorgeous, kneeling completely naked before him. Sara waited for her turn to shower patiently. She enjoyed watching him soap up his well-muscled body.

After he finished, he offered his hand to help her up. He held her up against his body. He lathered up his hands with soap and slowly cleaned her body. First, gently washing her neck, then her shoulders. He took his time cleaning her battered breasts. He was so gentle she felt no pain despite being covered in scratches and bruises. His hands worked their way down her flat tummy. He tenderly rinsed the cum that was leaking out of her pussy. He knelt before her while she steadied herself on his shoulders as he washed her toned legs and ass. Finally, he gently massaged her feet clean.

He stood up, and they tenderly kissed for several minutes while they enjoyed the warm shower. Tom got out and got Sara one of the good towels. Tom started cleaning up his bedroom. He stripped the sheets. He'd tell his wife they smelled from their sexcapades the night before. He gathered and folded Sara's clothes. He started dressing himself when he heard the door downstairs.

"I am home," called Carol.

He rushed to the bathroom to tell Sara she needed to go back to her room. As she moved through the bedroom, she spotted Tom's ring on the nightstand. She grabbed it so Tom wouldn't forget to put it on. When she picked it up, it almost shot out of her grasp. It was still slick from her pussy juices. Thinking quickly, she popped it in her mouth and sucked them off, savoring the reminder of their passions. She then slid it back onto Tom's ring finger as she looked into his eyes. Then she grabbed her clothes and ran to her room.

Tom tossed the sheets in the washing machine and headed downstairs to help his wife with the groceries.

Carl returned soon after. He found Sara in his room pretending to pack up her laptop. "Perfect timing. I just finished. My professor had loads of questions, but I handled all of them," she said with a smirk.

As Sara and Tom both greeted their significant others and asked about their morning errands, they both wondered how they could continue their affair. Neither even considered that they could quit.