Young Sarah Meets OlderMan (part 2)

Please read the first part to understand the second part . Effort made to improve the grammer.Hope you all enjoy it

Part 2:
Sarah returned home with her dad that evening, her body buzzing with a wild mix of excitement and nerves. This was uncharted territory for her—no man had ever stirred her like this before. Tucked in the pocket of her denim skirt was the scrap of paper with his number, a secret she guarded fiercely, not wanting her father to catch even a whiff of it. Her pulse thundered in her ears, her panties soaked through with slick arousal, and a deep, throbbing ache of forbidden intimacy pulsed through her core.
She bided her time, waiting for the right moment to escape. Finally, she slipped into her oversized t-shirt, brushed her teeth, and murmured to her dad that she was exhausted and heading to bed. As she spoke, her tiny clit stood rigid, swollen with need, begging for attention. Upstairs in her room, she locked the door subtly, ensuring he wouldn't suspect a thing. Now alone, clad only in that loose t-shirt and her damp white panties, Sarah slid onto her bed. She yanked the throw blanket over her trembling form and fished the paper from beneath her pillow.
Her mind replayed the restaurant scenes in vivid, heated flashes: the stranger's hand pressing against the thick bulge in his pants, his eyes locking on hers with a clear signal—Do you want this cock?—and their stolen encounter near the toilets. He'd leaned in close, his voice a low growl: "Call me on this number. Robert here."
Indecision warred inside her. Should she reach out? Fear clawed at her—what if things escalated too far, too fast? Yet her belly twisted with raw hunger for the erotic thrill she craved. The restaurant memory won out, flooding her with heat. Unable to resist, she slipped her hand into her panties, fingers finding her erect little clit. She circled it slowly, gasping as jolts of pleasure shot through her pussy, her juices coating her fingertips. Juices leaked steadily, her walls clenching around nothing. But just as the orgasm built, coiling tight in her gut, she yanked her hand away, denying herself the release. Her skin burned, flushed and feverish.
Decision made, she grabbed her phone, dialed the number, and saved it under his name. Heart hammering, she typed out a tentative message.
Sarah: Hey
Robert: Hi, who is this?
Sarah: Is this Robert?
Robert: Yes, how may I help you?
Sarah: I found this number on a piece of paper from the restaurant, given to me by a kind gentleman.
Robert: Oh, so that's the pretty girl from the restaurant. Thanks for contacting me.
Sarah: Thank you. It was a pleasure meeting you.
Robert: You're welcome, Pretty Girl. Sorry about all the gestures I made—that sounded very rude.
Sarah: No, not at all. I really enjoyed it. You were staring at me a lot.
Robert: Yes, I did. Well, I don't want to sound mean, but I really liked staring at your skirt and between your thighs. That white thong peeking out was so fucking sexy. Sorry if I come off as a perv, but that's what gets me hard.
Sarah: Hmmm. I also really enjoyed how you signaled me and wanted to offer me something.
Her fingers hovered over the screen, pussy still throbbing from her interrupted touch, as she waited for his reply, the air thick with anticipation.
Robert: So tell me more about yourself. Are you into older men?
Sarah's fingers trembled as she typed, her pussy still aching from the earlier tease, slick folds pulsing with unmet need. The confession spilled out, her body heating up at the memory.
Sarah: Honestly speaking, I recently saw some adult movies of older men with teens. We have a smart TV, and I suppose my dad forgot to lock the channels.
Robert: So your dad does like adult movies?
Sarah: Probably. Recently I noticed him peeping under my skirt. My mom and brother are gone for a month, and it's just me and Dad at home nowadays. He's been so good to me, giving me some liberty to wear short skirts and fancy undies. He was the one who planned to go to the restaurant, and we were at the pool too.
Her cheeks burned as she hit send, imagining her dad's eyes lingering on the hem of her skirt, the way her thighs parted just enough to flash her panties. A fresh gush of wetness soaked her white cotton, her clit twitching at the taboo thrill.
Robert: Oh, I can understand now. Probably he knows you've watched those movies. He also likes us—loves to have a peep of upskirt. I can imagine what his other fantasies are. May I confirm: have you got a boyfriend? Have you been with someone?
Sarah: Not at all. This is my first time speaking so boldly. My mom keeps a strict check on me. By the way, I am still a virgin.
Admitting it sent a shiver down her spine, her nipples hardening against the soft fabric of her t-shirt. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the damp heat building again.
Robert: That sounds lovely. But I'm pretty sure you rub your clit, don't you?
Sarah: Yes, I do.
The word hung there, bold and bare, making her breath hitch. Her hand itched to slip back into her panties, but she waited, pulse racing.
Robert: All girls do it, and so do men. Will it be possible if I can call you and you can masturbate as we chat?
Sarah's heart slammed against her ribs, a rush of fear and excitement flooding her veins. Her pussy clenched, empty and desperate.
Sarah: OK, never done this before.
The phone rang almost immediately, the vibration buzzing through her like an electric jolt. She answered, voice barely above a whisper. "Hello?"
Robert's voice came through, deep and smooth, wrapping around her like warm hands. "Hey, pretty girl. Just relax. Tell me what you're wearing right now."
They started easy—small talk about the restaurant, the pool, her day with her dad. But the air crackled with undercurrent, his tone dipping lower, more intimate. Sarah lay back on her bed, the throw blanket kicked aside, her legs parting slightly as she confessed more about the movies she'd stumbled on: older men pinning down eager teens, thick cocks stretching tight young pussies, moans echoing through the speakers while her dad was out of the room.
"Sounds like those scenes got you wet," Robert murmured, his breath heavy on the line. "Touch yourself for me now. Slide your hand into those panties."
Sarah obeyed, gasping as her fingers met the slick mess between her legs. Her clit was swollen, throbbing under her touch. "It's... so wet," she whispered, circling it tentatively.
"Good girl. Grab that moisturizer from your nightstand—the creamy one. Squeeze some onto your fingers. I want you slippery, like your pussy's ready to be fucked."
She fumbled for the bottle, the cool lotion mixing with her arousal as she coated her fingertips. The sensation was divine, silky and gliding, making every stroke send sparks up her spine. "Like this?" she asked, voice breathy, rubbing faster now, dipping lower to trace her pink folds.
"Slower at first," he guided, his own voice roughening. "Circle your clit with two fingers, feel it swell. Imagine my tongue there, licking that tiny bud while you grind against my face."
Sarah moaned softly, the sound escaping unbidden. She spread her legs wider, knees bent, as she followed his words. The moisturizer made her pussy lips glisten, her entrance clenching hungrily. She tried pinching her clit lightly, then flicking it, each variation building the pressure in her core. Juices leaked down to her ass, soaking the sheets.
On the other end, Robert groaned, the wet sounds of his hand pumping his thick cock filtering through the phone. "Fuck, your moans are killing me. I'm so hard, stroking my dick to the thought of your virgin pussy opening up. Rub harder now—dip a finger inside, just the tip, stretch that tight hole."
She did, whimpering as her finger breached her entrance, the lotion easing the way. Her walls fluttered around it, craving more. She pumped shallowly, thumb grinding her clit, hips bucking off the bed. The orgasm coiled tight, a hot wave crashing closer with every guided word.
"Come for me, Sarah. Let me hear you shatter."
Her body tensed, then exploded—waves of pleasure ripping through her, pussy spasming as she cried out, fingers soaked in her release. She rode it out, panting, until the tremors faded, leaving her limp and glowing.
Robert grunted, his own climax hitting hard, cum spilling over his fist as he growled her name.
Exhausted, Sarah curled up, phone pressed to her ear. "That was... intense."
"You were perfect," he rasped. "Get some rest, pretty girl. I'll contact you tomorrow."
She hung up, body humming with aftershocks, already anticipating more.
The next morning, Sarah's phone buzzed on her nightstand, pulling her from a restless sleep filled with dreams of Robert's voice guiding her hands over her slick folds. She grabbed it, her heart skipping as his name lit up the screen.
Robert: Morning, sweet thing. Can't stop replaying last night's moans in my head. I love diving into roleplay—me as the dirty old pervert, you as the wide-eyed teen girl discovering her body's secrets. Sound hot? If you can swing it, come to my place today. Private farm, no interruptions. What do you say?
Sarah bit her lip, a rush of heat flooding her core. The idea thrilled her, but she needed an excuse to get out without raising suspicions. Her dad was in the kitchen, sipping coffee, when she sauntered in wearing nothing but a thin white t-shirt that clung to her small breasts and a red lace panty that hugged her hips like a second skin. The fabric rode up slightly, teasing a glimpse of her smooth ass cheeks as she bent to grab juice from the fridge.
Her dad's eyes widened, his gaze lingering on the way the lace cupped her mound, the sheer material hinting at the soft lips beneath. He shifted in his chair, his shorts tenting obviously. 'Damn, Sarah, that's... bold for breakfast,' he muttered, voice thick, but he didn't look away.
She turned, flashing him a coy smile, her nipples hardening under the shirt from the cool air and his stare. 'Hey, Dad, I was thinking of taking the bus to town today. Need some new summer clothes—short skirts, tops, maybe some cute undies. You could pick me up later?'
His face lit up, imagination already running wild with her modeling more revealing outfits, peeking up skirts at the lacy edges. 'Yeah, sure, kiddo. Sounds fun. Go have a blast.' He agreed instantly, his excitement palpable as he adjusted himself discreetly.
Sarah's pulse raced as she boarded the bus, texting Robert the whole way.
Sarah: On my way. This roleplay... yeah, I'm in. But just play, okay? Nothing real.
Robert: Of course, baby. All fun.
In town, she stepped off near the garments shop, scanning the street. There he was, leaning against a lamppost in jeans and a flannel shirt, his eyes locking on her like a predator. He didn't approach right away, just followed at a distance, his presence sending shivers down her spine. Their texts buzzed back and forth—him complimenting her stride, her asking about his farm—building the tension.
She browsed the racks, picking out skimpy dresses and thongs, feeling his gaze on her ass as she bent to check sizes. Once her bag was full, his message came:
Robert: Done? My jeep's in the parking lot. Follow me.
She spotted him weaving through cars, sliding into a rugged black jeep. Heart pounding, Sarah climbed into the back seat, the leather cool against her thighs. He glanced in the rearview, smirking. 'Comfy back there, teen girl?'
The drive wound through rolling fields to his isolated farm—a sturdy house with white siding, surrounded by acres of quiet land. No neighbors in sight. They slipped inside unnoticed, the door clicking shut like a seal on their secret.
Relief washed over them as they settled in the cozy living room. Robert brewed coffee, his hands steady but eyes hungry. 'Nervous?' he asked, handing her a mug.
'A little,' she admitted, sipping. 'This is crazy.'
He excused himself to his room, popping a blue pill with a glass of water, feeling the familiar stir in his groin as it promised to keep him rock-hard for hours. Back in the living room, Sarah set boundaries. 'I'm only here for the roleplay, Robert. Nothing more. Got it?'
He nodded, all innocence. 'Absolutely. Just acting.' But his mind raced with plans—slow touches, whispers, breaking down her walls until she begged for his cock in her virgin slit. From her texts, he knew her measurements perfectly.
'Dress the part,' he said, handing her a bundle. 'Mini white skirt, pink panty, light blue t-shirt. White socks and sneakers. It'll make you look like the perfect innocent teen.'
Sarah ducked into the guest room, stripping down and sliding into the outfit. The skirt barely skimmed her ass, the pink cotton panty soft against her smooth pussy. The t-shirt was snug, outlining her perky tits. Socks up to her calves, sneakers on—she emerged, twirling shyly.
Robert's breath caught. She looked fuckable, legs toned, skirt flipping up to flash pink. 'God, you're perfect. Here's the plot: I'm the creepy old farmer who catches the curious teen snooping on his land. You start by looking out the upstairs window at the fields. I sneak up, grope you from behind. Sound good?'
Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded, arousal already dampening her new panties.
Upstairs, the bedroom sprawled with a massive king bed, sheets crisp and inviting. Sarah approached the window, gazing at the endless farm—cows grazing, sun warming the earth. Her back to the door, skirt swaying.
Robert crept in, his cock thickening under his jeans. He pressed against her from behind, rough hands gripping her ass cheeks through the skirt, squeezing the firm flesh. 'What you doin' on my property, little girl?' he growled in character, grinding his bulge against her crack, the hard length rubbing her cheeks.
Sarah gasped, staying still as scripted, but her body betrayed her—pussy clenching, wetness seeping. He stepped closer, chest to her back, hands sliding forward to stroke her thighs, fingers inching up under the skirt. They brushed over the pink panty, tracing the outline of her mound, then pressing the fabric into her slit.
'Naughty teen, snoopin' around,' he murmured, rubbing circles over her clit through the cotton. His fingers dipped lower, stroking the dampening crotch, feeling her heat build. Sarah's breaths came quick, legs parting slightly as he masturbated her standing there, his bulge still humping her ass rhythmically.
She trembled, quiet but lost in the sensation, her clit throbbing under his touch. Juices soaked the panty, her hips twitching involuntarily. As her orgasm neared, Robert sensed her slipping—body going limp, surrendering to the waves. He stopped abruptly, scooping her into his arms like she weighed nothing, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently.
He slid beside her, eyes dark with lust. 'You okay, innocent one?' In character, but his voice husky. His thumb traced her full lips, then he leaned in, pressing his mouth to hers. She parted for him, tongues meeting in a wet lock, his stubble scraping her chin as he kissed her deep, sucking her lower lip.
Sarah melted, heat coiling tight in her belly, her body flaccid and yielding under him. His hand returned to her panty, rubbing her pussy directly now, fingers grinding the soaked fabric against her swollen lips. The pink cotton turned translucent, clinging to her folds.
He tugged the t-shirt up, exposing her bare tits—small, firm, nipples pink and begging. His mouth descended, tongue circling one stiff peak, flicking it until it stood erect and aching. Sarah arched, a whimper escaping; no one had ever sucked her like this, the pull shooting straight to her core.
Emboldened, he yanked the shirt off, then flipped the skirt up and hooked fingers in her panty waistband, peeling the wet pink fabric down her thighs. It stuck briefly to her slick pussy before coming free, leaving her shaved mound bare—smooth skin glistening, outer lips plump and sealed tight over her secrets.
Robert kissed her flat stomach, tongue dipping into her belly button, swirling wetly. He trailed lower, lips brushing inner thighs, nipping the soft skin. Her legs quivered as he spread them wide, exposing everything: the outer lips parting slightly to reveal the delicate inner folds, her clit peeking hooded and erect, the tiny vaginal hole weeping clear fluid.
He kissed the outer lips first, soft pecks turning to broad licks along the seam. Sarah moaned loud now, hips bucking. His tongue probed deeper, spreading her with his thumbs, lapping at the slick inner lips, tasting her tangy arousal. He sucked the fluid from her entrance, spotting the thin pink hymen guarding her virginity.
Emboldened, he flicked his tongue over her pee hole, the tiny opening twitching. Then, pressing flat, he pushed his tongue tip into her vagina, just enough to graze the hymen's edge, feeling it yield slightly without breaking. Sarah's eyes squeezed shut, body in a vise of sexual tension, every nerve screaming.
'Robert... I... I need to pee,' she gasped, voice breaking, the pressure building unbearably amid the pleasure.
He pulled back, grinning wickedly. 'Hold it, teen girl. Let's make this part of the fun.' He guided her to the ensuite bathroom, all marble and mirrors. Grabbing a clear glass from the counter, he held it between her legs. 'Pee in this for me. Show the old pervert what you got.'
Blushing furiously but too aroused to resist, Sarah squatted slightly, her pussy lips still swollen and dripping arousal mixed with urgency. A warm stream started, golden pee arcing into the glass, splashing softly. A few drops escaped, trickling down her thighs from her quivering hole. The glass filled halfway, the scent musky and intimate.
Robert watched, cock straining, as she finished, her pussy clenching with aftershocks. He set the glass aside, wiping her gently with a towel before scooping her up again. 'Good girl,' he whispered, carrying her back to the bed, her naked body limp in his arms, ready for whatever came next.
Sarah's pulse raced as she watched Robert lift the glass to his lips, the warm, golden liquid—her pee—swirling inside. He tilted it back and drank deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow, savoring the forbidden essence she'd just released into it. Shock hit her like a wave, her cheeks burning, but twisted through it was a dark, erotic rush, her pussy clenching at the sheer depravity of his act. The sight of him consuming her so intimately made her thighs slick, arousal pooling hot and insistent between her legs.
Robert set the empty glass aside, his eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction, and leaned down to her still-damp pussy. His tongue flicked out, tracing the pee-smeared folds, lapping up the lingering wetness with long, deliberate strokes. He licked her clean, sucking her swollen lips into his mouth, his tongue delving into her entrance to taste every drop. Sarah gasped, her hands fisting the sheets as jolts of pleasure shot through her, the filthy intimacy pushing her deeper into lust, her body writhing under his mouth.
Rising up, he unbuckled his belt, shoving his pants down to free his cock. It bobbed heavy and thick, six inches of uncut meat, veins pulsing along the shaft. 'Take it in your hand, Sarah,' he commanded, voice gravelly. Her fingers curled around the warm girth, feeling the soft foreskin shift as she began to rub him. She stroked firmly, sliding the skin back and forth, exposing the ridge of his head bit by bit. With each pass, his cock hardened further, swelling rigid until the foreskin peeled fully away, revealing the fat, purple head glistening with precum.
His hand moved to her pussy, fingers gripping her mound tightly after rubbing her slick slit, thumb pressing against her clit in firm circles. 'I'm going to deflower you,' he said, his tone laced with possession. Sarah's excitement surged, her body too ignited to protest—she bit her lip and nodded, craving the stretch. Robert snatched the lube, coating his throbbing cock in a thick layer, then spread a towel over the bed. He settled between her spread thighs, dragging the lubed tip along her pussy lips, coating himself in her arousal as she moaned softly.
At her vaginal opening, he halted, nudging the head in and out in teasing shallow dips, her walls fluttering around the intrusion. Tension built until, with a powerful thrust, he rammed forward, burying his full length inside her. Her hymen ripped with a searing tear, her virgin pussy stretching wide around his thick cock, blood seeping as he filled her completely. Sarah screamed, the pain sharp and invasive, her nails digging into his arms. But Robert stayed buried deep, stroking her hair. 'It's over now, sweetheart. You've taken it all,' he soothed, holding still until her ragged breaths evened, her body adjusting to the fullness, the ache softening into a deep, throbbing heat.
When she relaxed, he started pumping—drawing out slowly before slamming back in, his cock pistoning through her tight, blood-slick channel. Sarah's cries morphed into whimpers of pleasure, her hips lifting to meet his rhythm as he fucked her harder, the slap of skin echoing. Her pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper with each thrust until his balls tightened, cum rising. Groaning, he yanked out, his blood-streaked cock erupting in his hand. Thick jets of semen splashed onto her flat belly, painting her skin in warm, sticky ropes.
Robert grabbed wipes, gently cleaning the mess from her stomach, then pulled an Always teen sanitary pad from the drawer along with fresh cotton panties. He eased them onto her, positioning the pad against her sore pussy to catch any flow. A tender ache lingered in her core, a mix of pain and fulfillment. 'Remove it tomorrow,' he instructed, helping her into her clothes. She dressed slowly, legs unsteady, and he drove her back to town, the night air cooling her flushed skin.
From her phone, Sarah called her dad, her voice calm despite the secret soreness. He pulled up soon after, and they drove home quietly. During dinner, his gaze dropped to the faint outline of the pad in her panties. 'Starting your period?' he asked, fork pausing. Sarah nodded quickly, cheeks warming as she avoided his eyes, the deception adding a thrill to her hidden truth.
Morning light woke her, and Sarah reached down, sliding off the pad—light spotting stained it, faint pink evidence of her breaking. She balled it up and tossed it in the bin, pulse quickening at the close call. Downstairs, her dad hovered near the trash, curiosity pulling him to fish it out. Unfolding the pad, he saw the spotting, puzzlement creasing his face. Periods, he assumed, but a nagging doubt lingered—he had no clue what had really transpired with his daughter, the signs too ambiguous.
Sarah slipped into a short dress that day, the fabric skimming her thighs and hugging her figure, chosen to spark joy in her dad's eyes. She caught his appreciative glance as she entered the kitchen, a secret smile curving her lips, her body still humming from the night's changes.
Part 3 on the way
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