Trailer Park Sara Rewrite Pt II by Nameless9167 - Sex Stories

Trailer Park Sara Rewrite Pt II by Nameless9167

... the closet, disappointed that I didn't find any lingerie that she might be able to wear for me but before I closed the door, I made sure that everything looked just as I found it. Once satisfied I turned the light out and closed the door. I went to her dresser and grabbed a joint from the little box, lit it and went into the living room. I had decided that I would watch a little TV and smoke a little weed until she got home. It took me a minute or so to find the remote to the gigantic TV but when I finally did, I flipped it on and got yet another surprise. The TV and the DVD player must have been synced together or something because when I hit the power button, they both powered on and I was now watching the porno movie that Sara was watching the last time she had the TV on. Fuck she is fucking hot, I said to myself. The scene she was watching was man, about 30 years old or so along with two women; each of which looked to be in their 20s. Both of the women were the typical blonde haired, big titted, deep tanned nymphos with hairless pussies and insatiable sexual appetites that you normally see in porn and right now, they were each taking turns riding the man's impressive tool all the while screaming at the tops of their lungs. I watched intently as the women took turns fucking themselves until finally the man got up and directed each woman to get on her hands and knees. The camera zoomed in on their engorged, dripping pussies. The women started making out with each other ...

... when the man came back into the picture stroking his lubed cock. The man's cock was hard as a rock when he rubbed it against the woman on the left's tight, puckered asshole. She moaned as if she were cumming already when he pushed the engorged head past her muscular ring. I felt like I was in a trance; the weed and the scene on the TV mesmerized me as if I had never seen a porno or smoked a joint. I was oblivious to the door opening and Sara coming through it. "I see you've made yourself at home," Sara said while she closed the door. Her hands were full of bags and so dropped them on the floor. "Oh shit--hey--um--I'm sorry. I must've lost track of time," I muttered out startled by her intrusion into her own house. "Are you ok," she said, pretending to be worried but having difficulty keeping a smirk off of her face. "Uh--yeah," I said, feeling like a young teenager that had just been caught looking at porn by his parents. "Yeah—I’m fine,” I said, trying with all my might to gain some semblance of composure. “Are you ok?" "I'm great," she said enthusiastically. "It's not every day I get to come home from shopping to find a hot guy naked on my couch smoking weed and watching a porno. Care if I join you?" "Absolutely not," I said, looking at Sara, and then at the TV screen. She was wearing a really short jean skirt that barely covered round, juicy ass, and a white tank with a black bra that could easily be seen through the shirt. Neither the shirt, nor the bra did anything to hide ...