(Sarah's POV) The Worst Weekend of My Life - What is Happening to Me?

It takes several minutes for me to realize that Mr. Robinson is no longer pushing me down on his cock. His hands are rubbing my back as I swallow his cock down over and over again, gagging myself voluntarily. My hand jerking his cock as I work my way up to swirl my tongue around his leaking head, making sure that every drop of precum is licked up and swallowed.

I hear his sharp intake of breath as I swallow his dick to the hilt once again. “Goddamn, Ginger Tits,” he moans out as he fills my mouth with cum.

I instinctively swallow his load without a moment of hesitation. Making sure that not a single drop falls from my mouth.

Mr. Robinson continues to moan above me. He stops shooting cum, but I keep his softening cock in my mouth until he pulls me off. “Too sensitive,” he says, trying to catch his breath.

“You need to shower.” I tell him as I come back to my senses and smell just how much he reeks.

“Sure,” he says with that same smirk that has haunted me since high school. “If you come along and wash my back.”

Without waiting for my response, he heads towards the primary bath. We will have to pass Liam to get there. Still, I follow him, not saying a word.

Liam is sleeping soundly in the recliner; he did not see Mr. Robinson's fat body or saggy old man ass walk past him to our bathroom, or me following closely behind. As soon as I close the door, Mr. Robinson is on me, pulling my shirt off and my pants down. He unsnaps my bra and starts licking and sucking on my nipples, they immediately become hard pebbles in his mouth. He moves his hand to the band of my panties and starts pulling them down slowly. We both look down and see the thin wet string connecting my soaking pussy to the crotch of my underwear.

“I think you need this worse than me, Ginger Tits. Let's get in the shower and take care of each other.” He says, chuckling, and pulls me into the shower with him.

I cover my face in shame and horror.

I try to tell myself that I am horny from grinding on Liam.

All of that goes out the window when I feel his breath on my clitoris and his tongue run up my drenched pussy. Without thinking, I put both of my hands on his head, entwining my fingers in his greasy, unkempt hair, and drive his face into my crotch. I moan out loudly, so loudly that I worry that I might wake up Liam. Mr. Robinson's tongue is driving me crazy, licking around my clitoris and fucking in and out of my pussy at what feels like the same time. It sounds crazy, but it truly feels like he has two tongues as I grind myself on his face, moving closer and closer to the orgasm that I have been on the edge of all day. The feeling of ecstasy is almost unbearable; it feels like I am about to fall off a cliff, right before I reach the edge. Mr. Robinson stops.

“Not without me, Ginger Tits,” he says, standing up and wiping my juices off his face. He turns the shower off to preserve hot water.

Without even thinking, I am on my knees and taking his cock back into my mouth; it's the first time that I have had to get him hard. It's different but not surprising since I just swallowed his cum a few minutes ago. I work to get him hard, running my tongue up the shaft, taking each of my balls into my mouth, and moving my tongue around the head. He finally starts getting hard, and I take him fully into my mouth and throat. I feel him harden even more in my throat, and I start gagging. Mr. Robinson plays with my nipples as I fuck my face onto his hard cock.

Turning the water back on, Mr. Robinson pulls me up and turns me away from him. I cannot help but put myself in the correct position for him to enter me. I feel his hard cock rubbing up against my wet slit; he will not need any spit this time. Mr. Robinson keeps rubbing his cock over my pussy, his head teasing up and down my clit. I hope he doesn't make me beg.

Finally, he puts just the head into me. I immediately push my ass back, taking all of him into me. I have to bite my hand to stop myself from screaming in pleasure. He smacks my ass hard, which only makes me push back harder on his old cock. I need him to fuck me. Finally, he grabs onto my hips and starts thrusting in and out of my drenched cunt. Even over the shower I can hear how wet I am as he fucks me to the orgasm my body has been craving all day. I hear myself calling out every time he thrusts into me.

“Ah, ah, ah,” as he fucks me closer and closer to orgasm. I cover my mouth with my hand as his cock finally pushes me over the edge and I cum hard. I feel my pussy convulse around his hard cock as wave after wave crashes over me. My knees go weak and my whole body goes numb; the only reason I stay upright is because I am still impaled on Mr. Robinson's cock. He keeps fucking me until I cannot handle the sensation.

“Please give me a second.” I say quietly. “I need a break.”

“Okay, Ginger Tits,” he whispers back. “I would rather fuck you on your bed again anyway.”

Getting out of the shower, I hope that if I get dressed quickly, I can maybe convince him to wait until later. I put on a new lace thong, one that Mr. Robinson had bought for me and I hid from Liam. My panties are soaked and unwearable. Grabbing my bra, I run out of the bathroom, putting on my bra as I walk. Walking to my dresser to grab clothes, I take a quick look at Liam, praying he did not hear what happened in our bathroom.

“He's still asleep,” I say more loudly than I intended. I pull a shirt out of the drawer, and Liam coughs.

“Fuck,” I say as I turn around. Quickly looking at the bathroom to make sure Mr. Robinson isn't coming out. “When did you wake up?”

“Just now,” Liam answers, “I didn't mean to scare you.”

I look quickly, check the bathroom again, and say, “It's okay, you just startled me a bit.”

“A bit.” He says, chuckling. I cannot help but chuckle too and lean down and kiss him on the cheek.

"Oh, Mr. Robinson said he wanted to come check in on you," I say loudly, making sure I can be heard in the bathroom.

“That would be cool.” Liam answered.

We make small talk as I finish getting dressed. I cannot help but be a little thankful that Liam was awake; he might have just saved me from having the old bastards cum inside me again. Regardless of the fact, I just had the most powerful orgasm of my life on his cock a few minutes earlier.

“Oh hey! I didn't hear you come in," Liam says and breaks me out of my own head. I see Mr. Robinson coming out of the bathroom.

"Ah, I didn't want to wake you in case you were still asleep," Mr. Robinson responds, quickly moving around the chair to block the doorway and preventing me from leaving without causing some kind of scene.

They start talking about history or some shit; I ignore them and try to think of a way that I can get past the two of them without them noticing. As I plot my escape, Mr. Robinson shoots me a quick look that lets me know if I do try to escape, he will make me regret it. I look over at Liam while they talk, and he seems a lot more like himself as the conversation goes on.

After a few more minutes Liam starts to get up from the recliner. “I am starting to feel a lot better. I think I am going to hop into the shower and then join you all out there for dinner.”

As soon as he walks into the bathroom and closes the door. Mr. Robinson closes the gap between us. He grabs my hair and pulls my face close to his.

“Thinking you were going to get yours without giving me mine, Ginger Tits?” he whispers menacingly, pulling my hand to his hard cock. “You know you want this.”

He throws me towards the bed, and I catch myself with my hands to stop my fall. I feel him roughly pull down my pants and underwear and thrust himself hard into me. I am still wet from my earlier orgasm, so he goes in pretty easily. There is no teasing this time as he fucks me hard and fast. His pelvis slapping hard against my ass, I worry that Liam might hear us, but I do not say anything to Mr. Robinson, knowing that it would not do any good anyway.

He fucks into me forever, and while I stay "wet," I do not feel like I am close to orgasm at all. We both hear the shower turn off, and I think Mr. Robinson might stop, but he starts fucking me even harder and faster. I bury my face and get ready to scream in case Liam comes out and catches us. I feel his thrusts become erratic, and I know he is about to cum in me again.

“Not inside again,” I groan out. Mr. Robinson ignores me, and I feel his cock pulse again and again as he fills my unprotected pussy for the third time.

He finishes cumming inside me, pulls up my pants, and leaves the room. Just as Liam comes out of the bathroom.