Lustful Youth Pt 1 [MF] [Cheating][Missionary][Creampie]

Prologue

Sarah sat in her office, the sun had long since set. Her desk lamp the only illuminating source in the room. She placed her hands in her face, nearly sobbing as she held her emotions in. What had she done? She thought to herself. She removed her hands from her face and staired down at the stack of divorce papers that sat Infront of her. She lost everything. All because of lust.

You’re probably wondering how Sarah got into this mess aren’t you? How she lost her husband and soon her children. How she lost her job and soon, the very home she now resides in. Well…..like many stories, we go back to where it all began. Three years in fact.

Chapter 1: The First Fuck

Sarah slammed the door shut before resting her arms on the frame, staring into the car at her boys. Her husband, Sam, and her 15- and 11-year-old sons Tyler and Max simply smiled back at her. Her husband had suggested a boys camping trip. Four days four hours north in complete wilderness. Backpacking for two miles from the car parking lot to their camp ground. The threat of bears and wolves and bob cats didn’t exactly help his case to convince her to take the boys. Eventually, with enough convincing and chores, Sarah agreed.

“You all got everything? The Bear spray? Your toothbrushes?” she stated nervously, glancing between all of them.

“Yes mom!” Tyler and Max stated together. “Mom, we will be fine. Don’t worry”

“Honey, I’ve got everything” Sam stated, leaning out the door and kissing his wife before leaning back inside the truck. “We are going to be fine. Don’t worry. Now go on back in side and get back to reading or yoga squatting.”

She hated him for always making fun of her recent quest to better inner health with her yoga classes. She folded her arms and stepped away, nodding to him. “Okay. You all be safe and look out for each other. Keep me updated by text when you get service.”

Her husband rolled up the windows and took off. She stood there, for several minutes, taking in the summer arid heat in the light breeze as her black silky hair flowed along her shoulders. She sighed and turned around, to head back indoors but hear a loud crash. A crash of glass.

She turned her head towards her neighbor’s home. She noticed the garage was closed which was unusual. Normally her neighbor had it open, working on his classic car or motorcycle. She decided to head on over, to check things out. Her thin petite yet athletic body was snugly fit under a yellow tank top and a long flowing yellow and orange skirt, that hung from her hips all the way to her ankles. Her 38-year-old body looked more like 25.

She approached the side of the garage, noticing the door was ajar and knocked on it entering the garage. She noticed her neighbor, Jacob, laying on the ground, surrounded by shards of glass, attempting to reach for his prosthetic leg.

“Jacob!” she uttered, quickly stepping over the glass with her flip flops and grabbed the leg for him “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Her mom instincts kicked in.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just lost my footing” he chuckled. He accepted the leg and put it back on before using her to lift his body up. He was shirtless, showing off his muscled and toned body. Several tattoos lining his arms and back. His camo pants hug tightly to his body, showing that he never skipped leg day. His short jet-black hair matched her own.

“I heard the crash and knew something was off. You normally keep your garage open when you’re in here” she uttered, folding her arms, blushing slightly as she had finally, for the first time felt what his muscled arm felt like.

You see, Sarah and Jacob never actually met this close before. When he moved in, Sarah’s family had a pool party in her backyard. She sat him moving in and her sister thought he was a dream boat. Jacob was 24, out of the military. Wounded veteran. Since that pool party, she watched him, checking him out like eye candy as he mowed his lawn or worked from his garage. And she caught him checking her out when she swam in the pool or laid out for a tan. There was sexual tension many times prior to this. But this was the first they actually had a conversation. Her husband was the one who had spoken to him on several occasions. That’s how she found out his name.

“Yeah, I decided to keep it closed. Its so hot out that it wouldn’t matter if the garage door was open or closed.” He ran a hand through his hair, showing his muscles off more to her as he glanced to her and smiled “Thanks again for checking on me Ma’am. No need to worry”

“Oh please, just call me Sarah.” She smiled, laughing slightly “Ma’am is….my mother”

He smiled back and they ended up staring at each other for a while before she cleared her throat. “Do you need help cleaning all this glass up? If you have a broom around I can sweep it all…..”

“No, please. Just helping me get my leg back was enough. I can clean this up” He uttered, looking a bit embarrassed. He attempted to walk to grab a broom but a few metal clicks later and his leg popped off, forcing him to fall. Luckily Sarah was there to grab him and help him get his footing back. She led him to his sofa in the corner of the garage and sat him down.

“Looks like you’re going to need a new prosthetic. I think you may have a few pieces that snapped “She stated, picking up the prosthetic and looking at it before handing it back to him.

“Great…just what I need. These things are expensive has hell….” He uttered, feeling helpless and embarrassed, his mood quickly changed.

“Well, you….stay there” she pointed at him before turning around and finding the broom on the other side of the garage “And I will clean up the mess.”

She grabbed the broom and began to sweep it. Meanwhile, Jacob was totally watching her. More notably, was watching her ass sway back and forth as she swept. He smiled, leaning back into the couch before his eyes darted up her body.

“You know Ma’am…I mean Sarah” he stated “Your husband is one lucky guy.”

“Is he now?” she smiled, continuing to sweep up the glass. “Why is that?”

“Your kind. Sweet. And hella Sexy” he smiled, moving his arms to either side of the back portion of the couch, leaning back further into the cushions. “If I had a wife like you, I would be fore lucky”

She stopped sweeping the glass and turned to face him, observing his sweaty and muscled body stretching out on the couch, almost as if inviting her to join him. She bit her lip and smiled, blushing harder.

“Thank you for that….brash comment Jacob” she smiled harder, trying to focus back on the glass before talking to him again “Have you met anyone since moving here? Sam mentioned you were new to this side of the country. Moved her for a job right?”

“Yeah, completely new. And no…. Haven’t met any wonderful ladies. I mean, apart from you of course. “He smiled, his eyes moving up and down her body. Taking in her sight.

“You haven’t?” she stated, turning to face him “ I mean, a “hella sexy” guy like you should be getting lucky with the ladies every day”. She mimicked his own language, shocked that he wasn’t getting anything with his god chiseled body.

“Nah, nothing. Tried hitting the gym the other day but I just get looks with my leg. Guess girls my age think I’m broken or something. Plus, most of the girls who do get wet over me are those Instagram brain dead Starbucks girls. Can’t stand them.”

“You’re not broken Jacob.” She smiled, finishing sweeping the glass and dumping it into a bin nearby. She finally turned to face him and folded her arms, pushing her breasts out unintentionally and walked towards him “Your just in limbo. And yes, pun intended”

They both had a good laugh. Then there was the awkward silence that the tension could be cut with a butter knife. Both were staring at each other, both observing each other’s bodies. Both sweating like crazy in the summer heat that made the garage into an oven. Finally, Jacob cut the string. Pulled the first move.

“You’re a really great neighbor Sarah.” He smiled, moving an arm to tap the couch next to him letting her know she could join him. She hesitated before walking over and sitting down. “You helped me out a bunch today. I should return the favor”

“Return the favor?” she smiled, moving her hair out of her face and looping it behind her ear. She turned her head to face him, to question him more but before her brain could even register what her eyes had seen, he leaned in and kissed her.

Her body had shivers down her spine. She could feel his hand moving to her back. She leaned into his kiss a bit, enjoying it as the weeks of sexual tension between the two had finally come to a blow. His tongue seeped into her mouth, lapping away at her tongue as they made out.

After a few seconds, she broke the kiss and slid away from him on the couch, staring into his face. A face that she wanted to lean back into but held herself from doing so

“Jacob…I’m married” she whimpered, biting her lip as her body shivered in pleasure. She wanted to be in his chiseled arms, embracing him. “I…I can’t do this.”

“Okay” he stated. That’s all he said. He just leaned back into the couch and began to focus on his prosthetic leg, attempting to fix the metal brackets that connected. She stood and walked towards the door, hesitating when he spoke again “Just….when you needs aren’t being met by your husband, just know….I’m here if you need me.”

She had turned back to face him, staring at him for a moment as his eyes glanced into hers, the lust was so hard to push back. She walked out and back towards her own home. She sped walked right until she walked through the doorway and slid down the door, crying. Crying that she had kissed another man. Another man who was 13 years younger than she. She cheated on her husband. And she liked it.

She spent the rest of the day attempting to read. Attempting to clean. Attempting to do something inside the home to keep her mind off of Jacob. To keep her mind off of the kiss. She even caught herself looking out her kitchen window to see if she could see him. She had even spent some time moving her fingers along her slit to him but had to catch herself and stop.

By nightfall, she laid on the couch, attempting to binge watch a comedy but still couldn’t stop thinking of the soldier boy next door. She had communicated with her sons several times but by now, they were well beyond any cell towers.

By midnight, she had enough. She walked out her back patio door and towards the garage. She noticed the garage door was open this time around, probably to let the cool night air in. She entered and noticed him working at his workbench, fixing his leg. He noticed her come into the garage and close the door. She even hit the button to close the garage door, trapping both of them inside. She stood there, sweating, as she stared at him. She soon reached down and with a unsnapping, her skirt fell to her feet, showing him her black lace panties.

His eyes grew like a hungry wolf, getting ready to eat prey. She walked slowly towards him and kissed him, their lips pressing onto each other passionately. The truth of the matter was this: her husband had been declining her needs. In fact, the last time they had sex was 7 months ago, right around the holiday season.

She got onto his workbench, letting his tall figure stand up as he placed his leg back on. He gripped her legs as they wrapped around his waist, her hands darting up his chiseled chest as they leaned in and kissed again, his tongue swirled around in her mouth as she moved her hands around to his back, pulling him close to her as she began to lightly drag her nails along his skin. He groaned into the kiss, moving his hungry hands to her tank top and tore them off with ease.

She broke the kiss as his hands dove under her bra, to knead and grip her C cup breasts. She blushed, biting her lip as he hungrily stared back at her. Then, he spoke “what do you want me to do you?”

“Dominate me” she uttered. That was her indication that she wanted to be rough fucked. To be destroyed. He knew exactly how she wanted to feel. He lifted her up and carried her to the sofa in the corner and threw her down.

“Take off your bra and panties” he demanded; his voice much lower now. She bit her lip and leaned up, removing her bra, letting him see her perked nipples on her rounded breasts. She lowered her panties, letting him see her shaven pink folds. He growled lightly, undoing his pants and letting them fall. Showing off his own body, his long shaft made her blush. His thick bush made her glance back up to his eyes. “Suck me”

That’s all he needed to say. She leaned forward from the edge of the couch and reached out, gripping his girthy shaft. She jerked him for a bit, to get him to elongate, before leaning down and kissing along his shaft. She kissed along his balls, licking them a few times before licking up the shaft. Then, she opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around the tip. She soaked him in her warm saliva, before bobbing her head up and down lightly, taking more of his dick with each bob.

He moaned, leaning his head back as his right hand took a wad of her hair and gripped it, his left hand moved down to her shoulder, massaging her lightly. She moaned softly as she bobbed her head more, soaking more and more of him in her mouth, her tongue acting like a moist pillow for his meat.

Soon she felt his hips buckle, rocking back and forth, making her take him. She could feel his pulsating veins against her tongue. She could feel his tip at the back of her throat. She could feel his body shiver as her mouth took him.

“This is the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had” he uttered, tugging her hair as he forced more into her mouth before both of his hands pushed on the back of her skull, forcing her to now only take his dick down her throat, but for it to stay there. She gagged, reaching up to grip his ass cheeks, digging her nails into his skin which only made him growl and groan more. She gagged more, strands of drool began to seep from her soft lips, oozing down towards his balls before dripping down to the cement floor.

After holding it there, he popped his dick out before slapping her face a few times with his elongated man meat. He pushed her back down onto the couch, moving his hand down her body. Feeling them pinch at her nipples, groping her breasts, while one moved further, down to her womanhood. His fingers began to dive around, feeling her moist flesh before chuckling “Already wet. Guess I don’t have to eat you out tonight”

Before she could ask him to give her oral, he pushed his dick into her. She gasped, her body wanting to latch onto him. Her hands to his back, her legs around his waist. Her inner flesh munched down on him, tightening around his dick as he speared up into her. She could feel his tip push up against her cervix, making her shiver greatly.

“Jacob!” she uttered, eyes rolling back as his dick made her feel things no man ever did, not even Sam.

“Yes Sarah?” he uttered, keeping his dick all the way in while moving his hands to her wrists, moving them up above her head as she towered over her. “Does your husband make you feel this good?”

“No…Your…the only….one” she uttered in-between pants and gasps…her eyes closed as she takes it all in.

“Good. I wanna be the only man who makes you feel this way” he uttered before slowly retracting his dick out of her. “The only one who owns you, who knows what kind of slut you really are”

Then he slammed into her quickly and began a quick pace of thrusting. Her breasts bounced lightly, her body shivering as her legs snapped to his sides tightly. She opened her eyes, connecting with his as he began to fuck her. The lewd clapping of their bodies filled the room alongside the creaking couch as it slid back and forth over the cement, making a wonderful array of music like a symphony.

She groaned louder, feeling him pick up speed, slamming into her over and over again, almost as if his goal was to break her body in half. She grunted, legs shivering as she came. Feeling him laugh as he took pride in it, only to tell her she was going to have so much more orgasms tonight. She bit her lip, kissing him in a passionate way, holding onto him as he reamed in and out of her, making her tight folds mold to his cock. His tip pounding away at her cervix, almost as if to bruise it.

Soon she felt her body melt again, oragasing as her legs had a seizure. He flipped her over, face down into the sofa cushions as he pounded down into her, her ass clapping against his crotch, feeling his hairy bush against her smooth skin. She could feel his dick diving into places unknown. She dug her nails into the fabric of the sofa, her moans and groans muffled as he gripped her hair and pushed her face down in-between the cushions.

“Keep this up and I’m not going to last long you slut” he uttered, picking up her head to hear her moans before leaning down and spitting in her face. He pushed her face back down into the couch as he slammed down into her. This went on for a while, him making her feel like she was nothing more than a fuck toy. Soon, she felt him get off her, and pick her up. He carried her to the hood of the classic car he had been working on. He placed her down, forcing himself back into her and in missionary position, fucked her harder than before, jack hammering down into her like a jack rabbit.

“Jacob! Fuck yes!” She moaned over and over and over. Her legs wrapped around him, her fingers dug and scratched his back up. Soon he slammed down into her once more and groaned loudly, gripping her hips tightly. She gasped, biting her lip as she came a third time with him. She could feel his muscled dick throb and pulsate, squirting ropes of cum at her womb.

“Fuck! Take my seed bitch!” he uttered, moving a hand up to her throat and gripping it. She gasped, closing her eyes as her body shivered with his. Soon he let her throat go, panting and covered in dripping sweat. She smiled, biting her lip as she laid there on the hood of the car. Soon he pulled his dick out, letting it all gush out of her.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill” he asked, chuckling as he wiped sweat from his forehead with his hand.

“No need. After my second son, I had my tubes tied” she smiled, exhausted.

“Fuck…That means…” He smiled, staring down at her body.

“Yes Jacob….that means you can cum inside me anytime you want.” She smiled, almost wanting to pass out.

“Fuck….so you def wanna do this more?” he raised his eyebrow.

“Fuck yeah, I do. You make me feel wonderful. I haven’t had this much fun with sex in….well ages” she laughed.

Soon, he picked her up and carried her inside his own home, to his own bed.

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