Sarah plan for the night

That night as Sarah lays next to me in bed I whispers “About today…”

She whispers back “You don’t have to say a word. I already know… you think it hot, him trying to steal me away when you know he can’t…” Leaving me wondering if that was actually what I was feeling as her phone buzzed “Who is that?”

Sarah “It’s Wiley… I told him I would be over after you fell asleep.”

“You did what?”

Sarah “Ssh. Don’t actually fall asleep, I want you up and listening to him tell me how much he loves me as I fuck him so hard that he passes out so hard that he won’t wake up for what I have plan next.”

“And what do you have planned after that?”

Sarah “Well after my little show… I plan on coming back to my extremely horny boyfriend and then have him fuck me so hard that the neighbors hear me screaming.” she winks at me “So don’t you dare masturbate.” There was so much else I wanted to talk to Sarah about, like the secret slide show, but I wanted to experience her plan first… and more… so I let her go off to Wiley’s room with a smile.

I don't have to wait long before I hear Wiley's door creak open across the hall. The old house carries sound like a whisper chamber, every footstep and hushed word floating through the thin walls. Sarah's soft laugh drifts over first, followed by Wiley's nervous stammering.

I can't believe you came," Wiley's voice trembled, the syllables tripping from his lips and shattering in the stillness of the hallway. The threadbare walls carried the cracks of his disbelief straight to me, where I lay with my ear pressed to the drywall, heart thumping in a counterpoint to the old bed's groans.

"I promised, didn't I?" Sarah's tone is different now - predatory in a way that makes my skin crawl, and my pulse quicken simultaneously.

I closed my eyes and conjured the scene beyond the wall: Wiley, flabby and awkward, perched on the edge of his mattress in a t-shirt two sizes too small, Sarah towering over him in her tight black tank and neon shorts, the outline of her nipples and the muscle of her legs visible in the dim light. It was obscene even in my imagination. It was perfect.

The bed springs groan under their combined weight, and I find myself straining to hear every word, every sound. But something feels wrong. The timing is too perfect, Sarah's sudden willingness too convenient. A cold dread begins to settle in my stomach as I realize I might be missing something crucial.

Through the wall, Wiley's voice cracked, thick with emotion. "Sarah, I've dreamed of this moment since we were kids. You have to understand, everything I've done—everything—it was all because I love you more than he ever could. You were always supposed to be mine."

A silence bloomed—lush, expectant—before Sarah responded. I could picture her pausing just long enough to let the words bloom in his chest, to let hope and fear wrap around his ribcage like a noose.

"Then fuck me like you think he never could," she said, low and dangerous as I envision his hard cock brushing again her smooth leg.

Wiley's response is muffled but his urgency is unmistakable. The bed starts its rhythmic creaking, slow at first then building in intensity. Through the thin walls, I can hear every gasp, every whispered word of devotion from him, every calculated moan from her.

"Tell me again," Sarah demanded, breathless but almost mocking, as if daring him to be as pathetic as she suspected he was. "Tell me how long you've wanted this."

"I—I—" Wiley stammered, and I could hear the spittle in his mouth, the saliva pooling behind his braces and retainer. "Since that summer at the county fair," he blurted. "When you wore the yellow dress. I thought I was gonna die, you were so fucking beautiful."

The bed springs grow more frantic, and I can hear Sarah's breathing becoming more labored. "Show me," she hissed, voice tight, commanding and theatrical. "Show me how much you want me, Wiley. Show me what you've been saving up all these years."

Wiley's response is animalistic, the bed now slamming against the wall with each thrust. His groans of ecstasy mix with her calculated cries, creating a symphony that both disgusts and arouses me. My hand drifts toward my hardening cock despite myself, but I remember Sarah's warning and **** it away.

The slap of flesh grew louder, more insistent. I pictured Wiley's hands, doughy and trembling, clutching at Sarah's hips, her pale skin dimpling under his grip. Each thrust of his body was punctuated by a guttural moan, a wild animal's cry. Sarah matched him, her moans pitched perfectly, rising and falling in time with his need, designed to stoke his frenzy and draw out the encounter for as long as she desired.

"I love you," Wiley gasps. "I love you so much it hurts. Please tell me you feel something for me too."

Sarah let him dangle for a moment, then "I feel you inside me," Sarah replies ambiguously. "I feel how badly you need this."

Her cruelty was exquisite. I could almost taste the metallic shimmer of her contempt.

The air in the hallway grew heavy, oppressive. I pressed my ear harder to the wall, **** for every detail. The rhythm of the bed was deafening now, each impact sending a tiny earthquake through the ancient floorboards. Sarah's moans had shifted, growing in urgency, teetering on the knife-edge between pleasure and pain.

Across the way, Wiley's breathing became ragged, frantic. "I'm close," he whimpered, voice breaking. "Sara-bear, I'm so close. Tell me you love me. Please. Please."

"Come for me," she whispers instead. "Come like you've dreamed of all these years."

Wiley's climax hits him like a freight train, his cries of release echoing through the house. The bed stops its violent shaking, replaced by his exhausted panting. Within minutes, I hear his breathing deepen into sleep - just as Sarah predicted.

Seconds later, the door creaked open, and I heard the soft slapping of Sarah's bare feet padding down the hallway. She didn't bother to clean up; she wanted me to smell him on her, to see the marks he left on her skin. she wanted me to feel her slightly damp with sweat that isn't entirely hers body. She slid in beside me, still naked, body flushed and glistening. The air around her shimmered with animal heat.

She pressed her lips to my ear, her voice a low, dangerous purr.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she whispered, and her hand found my erection, squeezing it through my boxers with a possessive confidence that sent a jolt up my spine. "Good you didn't masturbate," she murmured, stroking me slowly, deliberately. "Because now I want you to fuck me hard... In the same hole he just came in..." Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she guided my hand to her still-wet pussy, slick with the evidence of her performance.

I growl, rolling on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head. "You're mine."

I slam into her without preamble, her pussy still slick with Wiley's cum. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting fill the room as I pound into her with savage intensity. Each thrust pushes his seed out of the way, marking her as mine again.

Sarah's eyes are wild, her hair a tangle across her face, her body tensed beneath me as she meets my rhythm with her own. She grabs my arm, digging her nails in, and hisses, "Is this what you wanted, Liam? For my pussy to be full of his cum so you could fuck me right after?" Her voice is sharp but ****, the question as much a challenge as a confession. She’s looking for a line and hoping I’ll cross it.

"Fuck yes," I growl, and I am surprised by the sound of my voice, guttural and ugly, an animal that’s been chained too long and now tastes blood. I grab her hips harder, driving deeper into her, the friction and the sloshing warmth making my senses reel. "I want to erase him from you completely."

Her eyes flash with wicked delight as she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Then do it. Fuck me out of me completely, because if leave even the slightest bit of him on or in me I’ll still be some part his."

I know she was toying with me… I know that there was no chance any part of her would ever be that perverted fat pig’s, but boy was it hot as hell.

The animal inside me takes over. I flip Sarah roughly onto her stomach, yank her hips up, and drive back into her with a **** that makes the headboard slam against the wall. Each thrust is punctuated by her gasps and my grunts, deliberately louder than Wiley's pathetic moaning had been.

"You think he could fuck you like this?" I growl into her ear, my hand tangling in her hair, pulling her head back. "You think that fat fuck could make you feel what I make you feel?”

She fights to give me a coy smile as her eyes roll in the back of her head “Maybe… I haven’t seen all either of you could do yet!”

"Oh, you haven't?" I snarl, picking up the pace. "Then I'll just have to show you what it's like to be fucked by a man who actually deserves you." I pound her cum filled pussy causing her to moan as I groan "Tell me who you belong to."

"I belong to whoever can make me scream the loudest," she purrs, her hips bucking up toward me.

The defiance in her voice ignites something primal. I slam back into her, setting a punishing rhythm that has her clawing at my back. The wet sounds of our coupling echo through the room, far more intense than anything that came from Wiley's room.

"Ok than Tell me who you belong to now!" I demand, my voice rough with possession.

"You," she gasps, but there's still that teasing edge in her voice. "But maybe I need more convincing."

The challenge in her words ignites something primal in me. I pull out suddenly, flipping her back over so I can see her face. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and there's a wild look in her eyes that tells me she's enjoying this game as much as I am.

"More convincing?" I slide back into her slowly, torturously. "Then let me make this crystal clear."

I pick up my rhythm, watching her face contort with pleasure. Each thrust is deeper than the last, claiming territory that was never really his to begin with. Sarah's nails rake down my back, leaving marks that will remind me of this moment tomorrow.

"He could never make you scream like this," I moan.

Her eyes roll back inside head as she screams “Fuck Liam… this feels so fucking good… but I am not sure he has fully left me…”

I grab her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "Then I'll fuck every last trace of him out of you."

Her eyes widen with excitement as I pound into her with renewed vigor. The headboard slams against the wall with such **** I'm sure it'll leave marks. Each thrust drives deeper, harder, making Sarah's body jerk beneath mine.

Her face twist and turns as she fight a large orgasm “Yeah Liam fuck him out of me…”

I can feel her pussy clenching around me, squeezing me like a vise as her orgasm builds. My own release is approaching fast, but I **** myself to hold back. I want to make sure she remembers this night, remembers who really owns her pleasure.

“Fuck Sarah… I am going to push the last bit of his cum out of you with my cum.”

"Yes!" she cries out, her nails digging deeper into my shoulders. "Mark me as yours!"

I increase my pace, my hips slamming against hers with enough **** to make the bed frame creak dangerously. Sarah's moans turn to screams as her orgasm hits her, her body convulsing beneath mine.

"Liam! FUCK! LIAM!" she screams so loud it nearly burst my ear drums.

I fill her pussy with so much cum that it drips down her ass crack, as I lay next to her.

Sarah whimpers “Fuck Liam that was amazing…”

I whisper back “yeah…. yes, it was.”

Sarah whisper “We have to do this again!”

Wiley is even more awkward than usual around me tomorrow morning, as if he was trying to hide the fact that he fucked Sarah last night, as we got ready to leave to go back home.