Young Sarah Meets OlderMan (part 3)

Kindly read part 1 and 2 to understand the 3rd part . olderman Robert meets young teen Sarah

Part 3
The following day, Sarah's phone buzzed with a string of texts from Robert, each one dripping with longing. He asked how she was feeling after their heated night, then confessed he was dying to bury himself inside her again, to feel her tight pussy clenching around his cock. Sarah's body responded instantly, a fresh ache building between her thighs. She craved more sex now, her pussy already growing slick at the thought of him pounding into her, filling her up until she screamed.
Her dad, John, mentioned over breakfast that he had to head to the workshop to fix a busted farm machine and would be gone for about four hours. 'Keep an eye on the house and the garage out back,' he said, nodding toward the space where his expensive machinery hummed. 'Don't want any trouble.' Sarah's mind raced—this was her chance. As soon as John pulled away in his truck, she fired off a text to Robert: Dad's gone. Come over now. I need you to fuck me.
Robert arrived quickly, his black jeep rolling to a stop a short distance from the farm gate, hidden along the roadside opposite the entrance. He waited until John's truck vanished down the dirt path, then slipped out and strode toward the house, his pulse thundering with anticipation. Sarah heard the bell and flung the door open, her heart pounding. She wore nothing but an oversized t-shirt that skimmed her thighs, her bare pussy exposed underneath, already wet and ready for him.
He stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him, and crushed his mouth against hers in a hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled fiercely as hands roamed, his gripping her ass to pull her close. Without a word, they stumbled up the stairs to her room, the door left slightly ajar in their rush. Once inside, Robert pinned her against the wall, devouring her lips while his fingers teased the hem of her t-shirt, inching it up to expose her smooth skin.
He yanked the shirt over her head, tossing it aside, and latched onto her breasts. Her nipples stood hard and begging, and he sucked one into his mouth, tongue swirling around the stiff peak while his teeth grazed it lightly. Sarah moaned, arching into him, her hands fisting in his shirt. Robert's cock throbbed in his jeans—he'd popped a blue pill earlier, ensuring he'd stay rock-hard and relentless for her. With a growl, he unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and shoved them down along with his boxers, his thick cock springing free, rigid and pointing straight up, veins pulsing with need.
Sarah dropped to her knees, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and stroking the length before leaning in. She sucked the swollen head into her mouth, her tongue flicking over the slit to taste his precum, then dragged it along the sensitive sides, licking up and down the underside while her hand pumped the base. Robert groaned, threading his fingers through her hair, watching her lips stretch around him as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass.
But he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled her up and guided her to the bed, positioning her so her ass hung off the corner, legs splayed wide. Her pussy glistened with arousal, pink and inviting. Robert gripped her thighs, spreading her further, and lined up his cock with her entrance. He thrust in with one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat. Sarah's eyes fluttered shut, a gasp escaping her as he filled her completely, stretching her walls around his girth.
He started moving, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, his hips snapping against hers in a steady rhythm. Each stroke dragged his cock along her inner walls, hitting deep and making her pussy clench greedily. Robert's hands found her boobs, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs rolling over her hard nipples as he fucked her harder. 'God, you're so tight,' he murmured, his voice rough with lust. 'Taking my cock like you were made for it.' Sarah writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder, her body rocking with every powerful thrust that stretched and claimed her.
Meanwhile, John had driven only a short way before realizing he'd forgotten a crucial tool. Cursing under his breath, he turned back, his truck rumbling toward the farm. That's when he spotted the black jeep parked oddly near the gate. Frowning, he veered off the main path and parked behind the workshop, out of sight. The house seemed quiet as he approached, slipping inside through the back door. But then he heard it—a rhythmic creak from upstairs, mingled with soft thuds and breathy sounds.
Curiosity pulled him toward the stairs. He climbed slowly, ears straining. Sarah's moans filtered down, clear and desperate, punctuated by a man's voice calling her 'baby' and 'sweetheart' in husky tones. John's heart quickened as he reached the top, drawn to her slightly open door. He nudged it just enough to peek inside, and the sight hit him like a punch: his daughter, naked and spread on the bed, her legs wide as an older man—jeans pooled around his ankles—drove his cock into her pussy with forceful strokes. Robert's ass flexed with each pump, Sarah's breasts bouncing under his kneading hands.
They both froze, turning toward the intrusion. Sarah's eyes widened in shock, her face flushing crimson, while Robert yanked his cock free from her dripping pussy with a wet pop, scrambling to pull up his jeans. 'Dad!' Sarah yelped, grabbing a sheet to cover herself.
John pushed the door wider, stepping in with a calm smile that belied the surprise in his eyes. 'Don't mind me, you two,' he said evenly, his voice steady. 'Continue what you're doing—fuck like you mean it. Take your time; I'll just grab what I need and head out again. No rush.'
Sarah's breath hitched, her body still trembling from the interrupted pleasure, but the fright lingered. Robert, pants half-zipped, muttered an apology and bolted downstairs, his face burning. John lingered a moment, giving Sarah a reassuring nod before descending to the living room. He settled on the couch, waiting as footsteps hurried down.
Robert appeared first, fully dressed now, looking sheepish. Sarah followed, wrapped in her t-shirt, her cheeks still pink. John looked up at them both and smiled warmly. 'Baby, don't panic or get worried,' he said to Sarah, patting the seat beside him. 'I don't mind what you were doing up there at all. Hell, I'm proud of you—finding someone who makes you feel that good.'
Robert extended a hand, and John shook it firmly. 'I'm John, Sarah's dad.'
'Sarah, this is Robert, my... friend,' she stammered, avoiding his eyes.
'Nice to meet you, Robert,' John replied, his grip strong. He leaned back, eyeing the man appraisingly. 'I'm delighted Sarah's got a boyfriend like you—an older guy who knows how to take good care of her, treat her right in all the ways that matter.' He chuckled softly, the sound easy and accepting. 'But listen, we have to keep all this under wraps. Her mother can't know, and no one else either. This stays our little secret—lets you two keep enjoying each other without any interference.'
Sarah exhaled, relief washing over her as she sank onto the couch, Robert settling nearby. The tension eased, replaced by an unexpected warmth, the air still thick with the promise of more stolen moments to come.
Next Morning,John leaned back in his armchair, his eyes locking onto Sarah's with a mix of confession and hunger. 'You know, Sarah, one of my deepest fantasies has always been to watch you with an older man,' he admitted, his voice low and thick. 'And I love catching those upskirt glimpses of you, but those cotton panties just don't do you justice. I crave seeing you in sexy thongs and g-strings, the kind that barely cover anything.' He paused, his hand absently adjusting his pants. 'I've jerked off so many times thinking about your panties, stroking my cock to the thought of them hugging your tight little ass. And don't think I didn't notice you sneaking peeks at those adult movies when I forgot to password the TV.'
Sarah's cheeks flushed, but a spark of excitement flickered in her eyes. She crossed her legs, feeling the hem of her skirt ride up just enough. 'I've noticed you staring, Dad—peeking under my skirts and t-shirts, hunting for glimpses of my sexy underwear. You're such a perv. So is Robert.' Her tone was teasing, laced with arousal as she shifted, letting her thighs part slightly.
Sarah held John's gaze, her eyes locked with his in a charged, intimate stare, the air between them thick with unspoken desire. 'I know exactly what you want, Dad,' she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper. 'And I know what you've been doing every time you sneak those peeks under my skirts—stroking your cock to thoughts of me.' As she spoke, she uncrossed her legs slowly, deliberately spreading them wide beneath the hem of her oversized t-shirt. The fabric rode up, exposing her bare, shaved pussy to his hungry view.
John's heart pounded like a drum in his chest, his eyes widening as he drank in the sight. Until now, he'd only caught glimpses of her panties, fueling his fantasies, but this—this was real. Her pussy was pristine white, completely hairless, the smooth lips plump and inviting, a perfect teen slit that made his cock throb rigidly against his pants. He'd imagined its shape countless times while jerking off, but reality surpassed every dirty thought. 'I... I appreciate you showing me this,' he rasped, his voice husky with awe, unable to tear his eyes away from her exposed folds.
Sarah met his stare with an erotic, knowing glance, her lips curving into a teasing smile. 'You know I've been masturbating too, Dad. Rubbing my pussy thinking of you. Did you stroke your cock imagining me like this—fingering myself for you?' Her words hung low and intimate, barely above a breath.
John swallowed hard, his hand instinctively pressing against the growing bulge in his trousers. 'Yes,' he admitted, his tone rough with need. 'God, yes, I did.'
Their voices stayed hushed, the room pulsing with tension. Sarah's hand drifted downward, her fingers brushing the inside of her thigh before reaching her pussy. 'Then why don't you show me, Dad? Show me exactly what you did.'
Emboldened, John fumbled with his belt, yanking his trousers and boxers down in one urgent motion. His cock sprang free, thick and erect, veins pulsing along the shaft, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Sarah's eyes darkened with lust as she watched, her own legs spreading even wider. She used two fingers to part her pussy lips, revealing the pink entrance to her vagina, slick with arousal. Her clit peeked from its hood, swollen and sensitive, begging for touch.
She began circling her finger over her clit, slow and deliberate, her hips shifting slightly as soft moans escaped her lips. The sight drove John wild—he wrapped his hand around his cock, gripping the base firmly before sliding up and down the length. His strokes quickened, matching the rhythm of her circling finger, his balls tightening as pleasure built. Sarah's pussy glistened wetter with each pass of her touch, her entrance clenching visibly.
John's breaths came in ragged gasps, his fist pumping faster, the slick sound of skin on skin filling the room. Sarah's free hand cupped one of her tits through the t-shirt, pinching her nipple as she rubbed her clit harder, her body arching toward him. The shared vulnerability, the taboo thrill, pushed him over the edge. With a guttural groan, his cock erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting high into the air before splattering onto the floor in hot, sticky puddles.
They both panted, riding the aftershocks, Sarah's fingers slowing on her clit as she watched his release. After a moment, she slid off the couch, grabbing a nearby cloth to wipe up the mess on the floor, her t-shirt falling back into place but leaving her pussy still teasingly visible. John tucked himself away, his face flushed, but a satisfied grin spread across his lips as he helped her clean, the moment sealing their forbidden bond.

She bit her lip, then added, 'Robert's leaving the country in a few days. He's already sold his house.' John nodded, a sly smile spreading across his face. 'Why don't we invite him over for dinner? He can stay the night with you.' Sarah hesitated, her mind racing to the marathon of fucking she knew Robert had in store—he wouldn't let her sleep a wink. But the idea thrilled her. They decided to haul the king-sized bed into her room; her old one was too cramped for what was coming.
Sarah picked up her phone and dialed Robert. 'Come over for dinner,' she said, her voice breathy with anticipation. He arrived in the early evening, stepping through the door and pulling her into a tight hug. His lips crashed against hers in a deep, hungry kiss right in front of John. Tongues danced, her body pressing into his as John's eyes lingered, smiling warmly. 'Your boyfriend's very romantic,' John chuckled, his gaze tracing the curve of Sarah's ass.
They settled at the table, Sarah sandwiched next to Robert while John bustled in the kitchen preparing dinner. Under the tablecloth, Robert's hand slid onto her thigh, fingers tracing slow circles before inching upward. He brushed the edge of her panties, pressing against the warm fabric covering her pussy. Sarah squirmed, heat pooling between her legs, but she whispered, 'Stop, Robert—he might see.' Her dad was too busy to notice, but the risk made her clit throb.
Dinner was served, plates steaming with food, but Robert's hand returned, rubbing her inner thighs firmly, his fingers dipping under her skirt to tease the damp spot on her panties. Sarah gripped her fork, stifling a moan as she shifted, her pussy aching for more.
Once plates were cleared, Sarah leaned into Robert. 'You can stay overnight.' He blinked in surprise, but John clapped him on the back with a grin. 'She's your girlfriend—do what she asks.' Robert laughed, the tension easing into something electric.
John fired up a movie in the living room, the screen flickering with light. Sarah slipped upstairs to change, peeling off her clothes and sliding into an oversized t-shirt that barely skimmed her thighs. She chose a white g-string, the thin strap nestling between her ass cheeks, the front panel clinging to her smooth-shaven mound—just to tease her dad. She caught his glance as they sipped coffee on the couch, his eyes dropping to where the shirt rode up, exposing the delicate string. Robert noticed too, his cock twitching in his pants.
'Goodnight, Dad,' Sarah called, Robert's arm around her waist as they headed upstairs. In her room, now dominated by the massive king bed, they drew the curtains, the room dimming to a intimate glow. They dove onto the mattress, bodies entwining in a frenzy of cuddles and hugs. Lips met in sloppy kisses, tongues exploring mouths as hands roamed.
Robert yanked off his shirt, revealing his toned chest, then stripped her t-shirt away, the g-string following in a quick tug. Sarah's perky tits bounced free, nipples hardening in the cool air. He shed his pants, his thick cock springing out, hard and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking firmly as he pushed her legs apart.
He thrust into her wet pussy in one smooth motion, filling her completely. Sarah gasped, her walls clenching around his shaft as he pounded deep, hips slamming against hers. 'Fuck, you're so tight,' he groaned, sucking on her neck. She bucked up to meet him, nails digging into his back. His balls slapped her ass with each thrust, building the pressure until he buried himself deep and came, hot spurts of cum flooding her pussy.
They collapsed, panting, his softening cock still inside her. After a short break, desire reignited. Robert flipped her onto her stomach, spreading her ass cheeks to lick her dripping slit, tasting his own cum mixed with her juices. Then he mounted her from behind, cock sliding back in, fucking her hard doggy-style. Sarah moaned into the pillow, pushing back as he gripped her hips, railing her until he unloaded another load deep inside.
Exhausted, they curled up naked, Sarah drifting off in his arms, his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy.
In the middle of the night, Sarah stirred, her body craving more. Robert's cock hardened against her thigh as they kissed sleepily. She climbed on top, guiding him into her slick heat, riding him slow at first, then grinding hard. Her tits bounced with each bounce, his hands squeezing them as she came with a shudder, her pussy milking his release.
Morning light filtered through the curtains when they woke, bodies tangled and tired but insatiable. Still naked, they kissed lazily, hands exploring. Robert rolled her beneath him, spreading her legs wide to eat her out, tongue lapping at her swollen clit and cum-filled folds. Sarah writhed, then pulled him up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he fucked her missionary-style, slow and deep, building to a frantic pace. He came again, groaning as he filled her once more.
They showered together, soapy hands sliding over slick skin—his fingers dipping into her pussy to clean the mess, her hand jerking his cock until it spurted against the tiles. Dried and dressed loosely, they headed downstairs.
John had breakfast ready—eggs, bacon, toast—his eyes twinkling as he took in their disheveled glow. 'Sleep well?' he asked with a wink. They ate quickly before he headed to his workshop, leaving them alone.
Robert pulled Sarah close, his voice husky. 'I want to fuck you outdoors.' Her pulse raced at the idea. They grabbed a thick mat and slipped out to the farm behind the house, finding a secluded spot under the vast open sky—no one around, just endless fields and blue above. Sarah spread the mat on the soft grass, lying back in her t-shirt and g-string, the sun warming her skin.
Robert knelt between her legs, eyes dark with lust. He tugged her g-string aside, exposing her glistening pussy, then yanked down his jeans, his cock rock-hard and ready. No foreplay needed—she was soaked from the thrill. He pushed into her slowly, savoring the exposure, the risk of the open air. Sarah arched, moaning as he filled her, the sky witnessing every thrust.
He fucked her steadily, hands pinning her wrists above her head, his body covering hers protectively yet dominantly. The mat crinkled beneath them as he picked up speed, pounding her pussy with raw need. Birds chirped overhead, wind rustling the grass, heightening the forbidden thrill. Sarah's legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. 'Cum in me again,' she begged, her voice breathless.
Robert growled, slamming home one last time, his cock pulsing as he erupted inside her, ropes of cum coating her walls. They lay there after, catching their breath, the sun beating down on their sweat-slicked bodies.
In the afternoon, Robert gathered his things and left their home, his flight the next day looming. Sarah and John drove him to the airport, watching as he boarded and vanished into the sky. He never returned, but the memories burned bright in Sarah's mind—the wild nights of endless fucking, the outdoor passion under the open sky, the teasing confessions with her dad. She owed it all to John's cooperation, his open support turning fantasy into unforgettable reality.
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