I Know It’s Wrong.. PT. 2 [f] [m]

Okay, so firstly, I’d like to apologize for the long wait. I know some people have really been waiting for the ending of this story and as a person who hates getting caught up in one only to realize there’s no follow up, I feel obligated. If you haven’t read the first one or need a quick briefing, I’ll link it [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4ufh4i/i_know_its_wrong_f_18_m_19/)

Now, I’ve already said a lot about Sarah. One of the main points being that she’s a trouble maker. Before the first story had happened I had prided myself in keeping away from such dangers as a love smitten psycho. But, as all guys can attest, sometimes when you’re young, you do idiotic things. This was accompanied by the first post. I had successfully fucked up whatever chance I had at *not* taking the on-ramp to crazy town and was on my way shortly. That being said, the sex, was still amazing. Let’s continue.
The night after I had had the little exchange with Sarah I was positive I had ended things with Sarah. I had never run into crazy so, naive me thought it was done with. I mean, the girl had gotten what she craved, a good throat fucking, fingering, and she got to drink my cum. I mean, in my opinion, what else could a horny girl want?
Sex. That’s what else. And the night after I had my encounter with that girl I had another encounter with a different one: *My Girl*.
Long story short, I had a fight with her and we finally ended things after months of fighting. I was pissed, but nothing some good friends, booze and a fun night couldn’t fix right? I got absolutely plastered and later the evening I told my friends what had happened earlier in the day. One friend was particularly happy about it and told me to go after her.
“No, no man, she’s c-CrAzzy!” – was my somewhat comprehensible memory of a response.
“Whatever dude, if I were you, I’d be breaking down her door.”
“I’m good man. She got what she needed, end of story.”
My friends then took me home, I passed out in a drunk stupor and woke the next morning feeling like I was in the twilight zone. Why? My phone was ringing again, almost the exact same time and the exact same ringtone.
*you have GOT to be kidding me* I said to myself
I rolled over, saw it was our friendly neighborhood psycho and rolled over. *fuck her*
I had awoke with the nastiest headache of my life and that ringer was just killing me. I sent her call to voicemail once. Not enough, she called right back. I did it again, this time the ringer killing my head more, feeling like it was louder, I sent her to voicemail *AGAIN*.
This happened two more times and I handled it until the aching made me want to puke. I finally answered on the fifth ring and immediately heard crying, just like yesterday. *I swear to God I’m in the twilight zone.*
“Yes? What is it Sarah, I said I never wanted to-”
“Please, Alex, I’m begging you. I didn’t have tests yesterday, I’ll admit it, but today I *DO*!”
“Sarah, I probably have the biggest hangover in the world right now, and part of the is because of you. Now, you lied to me yesterday, what would be the reason I trust you today?”
“Because you know how hard these tests are to make up and I just cannot stand to go through with that, PLEASE! I’m late already.”
“Sounds like you better get to walking. Make them up in another block.”
“Alex, I’m begging, please.”
A long silence on mine and her part.
“I’ll be there in five, and I swear to God if I see you even flinch in that seat, I’ll kick you out right there in the middle of the road.”
“Okay, thank you so much.”
So I got on my clothes and got on my way. Getting there as fast as I could as per usual I picked her up and her eyes were still wet.
She started to speak to me, “Thank you so-”
“Ahp ahp ahp! The fuck did I say?”
Without another word she got in the car and I took her promptly to school. I reached past her in the parking lot and opened the door for her, “Go.” And she did, without a word. I went home, took the longed nap of my life and it seemed like everything was right with the world. Until, that is, my phone rang.
“Ah, yes is this a mister, *Bleep*?”
“Um, yea, this is him.”
“Well I’m sorry for the call mister **Redacted**, but it seems your step sister has gotten a serious bug and needs to be taken home.”
“My.. My step sister? I don’t have a step sister.”
“Oh…”
“Miss?”
“So Ms. Sarah right here, *isn’t* your sister?”
I rubbed my eyes like an accountant for a c-list rapper.
“Oh yes, o-of course. Um, I’ll be right there.”
I, in the fury I was in, went BACK to the school for the second time that day. Once I successfully signed Sarah out, we were on the way to here house…..again. I got her to her door and she did seem very unhealthy. She had a sad look that appeared genuine and she was complaining about her stomach. I asked her if she had gotten all of the tests she needed, done and she told me she had; right before her illness. *good, one less thing to worry about* I helped her inside and lay her down on the couch. No one seemed to be home at the time, her actual brother at camp early for the summer break, her parents gone to work until six: it being 1:30. I told her if she needed anything to call her mother or father who would happily bust her ass out for skipping without telling them. “Thanks Alex.”
“Whaaaatever.”
“hey! Before you go?”
“Yes?” I said, a bit annoyed.
“Can you go into my drawer, top one on the left and fetch me something?”
“I guess so, what is it?”
Not answering my question directly she just said, “It’s the purple one.”
Thinking she meant a purple shirt, blouse, or blanket, I opened the drawer to find a purple lifelike dildo. I ran back into the room and started to yell at the top of my lungs at her but before I could I was stunned. She was standing there, fully naked and smiling. No longer did it seem she was suffering from any ailment. I was furious, but more than that, I was hard. Instantaneously it seemed I had formed and erection. The nap I took earlier had seemed to negate the headache and my cock was in full working condition. She smiled even brighter now seeing my fully erect member. Like before, she pounced on me before I had a moment to detest. She grabbed my cock in one hand the back of my head with the other, kissing me deeply. I couldn’t do anything for a second, I was frozen. I grabbed her by her throat, squeezed, and she stood to attention. Now with fear in her eyes she finally saw how I felt. I threw her towards the couch and she stumbled to an awkward fall onto it. I walked towards her, fully intending to be as hateful as I could. Then I stopped. I saw her laying there with her bright blue eyes and knew she wanted me. She’d give anything to have me. In that moment I knew she was in love with me. I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. So I did, bent down and kissed her full and deep. I moved my hand to her back and pulled her up. Standing there face to face we kissed for a long time. I stopped and started to undo my buttons to my pants but she stopped me and undid them herself. Sliding down to her knees she quickly took me in her mouth and massaged my cock with very gentle grace. I stopped her after a minute and told her to lay on the couch, she did and I slid between her legs, fingering, licking, sucking and teasing for as long as she could handle it. After feeling her tight hole clench and release as she came, I pushed inside her. It felt like paradise. She gasped and I pulled out for a shot moment just to slam back into her. Her hips began to buck wildly and we gathered a rhythm. We fucked like this for another ten minutes before I flipped her over, and fucked her doggy style for another thirty. Her wet cunt lubed every thrust and I was almost to the point of climax when she turned and begged, “Fill me up, I need it.”
Her saying that was just enough to send me over and I pushed as deep as I could into her, letting out what was probably close to ten long ropes of cum. I pulled out, we cleaned up, and I left. We had a pregnancy scare afterwards but it got cleared up.
I hope you enjoyed the story, if so, let me know. And if not, well, also let me know.

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