Sarah went to the movies with her friends, and I was a few minutes away from Ava’s house. It was already 6pm and if I knew Ava, she was already on her second bottle of wine. I pulled into her driveway. She was definitely at home. The lights were on. I knocked impatiently at the door. She opened the door, dressed in a short, tight nightgown. Her long, blonde hair was tied neatly and she smelled like lavender.  She had just finished showering.

“Spoke to Dan, right?” she said, eyeing me up and down.

“Yeah. I figured we needed to talk.” I replied.

“Come in.” She stepped aside and allowed me to enter. The house was quiet. I followed her to the kitchen. She had a wrench, a vise grip and some screwdrivers on the kitchen counter drying. A part of me wondered if she knew about Sarah and I. I looked at her confused as we sat opposite each other at the island.

“Oh. The sink was clogged. I fixed it but everything got dirty… myself included,” she chuckled, embarrassed. She poured herself another glass of wine.

“You could have called the plumber,” I said disapprovingly.

“Oh, come on, Sam, you know I am handy.”

“I don’t know. Seems to me like you got a little rusty,” I teased her. She looked youthful… free… like the Ava I fell in love with. Her breasts were firm and round. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

“Don’t be a dick, Sam.” She rolled her eyes. 

“Sorry. What’s going on with you and Dan? You love Dan. I know you do.” I got straight to it.

“Honestly, Sam, I think I need some time for myself. I spend all this time telling my patients to focus on themselves and heal themselves first. And not once have I ever taken my own advice.” She took a sip of wine.

“It’s ok if you think you need space, Ava. Just don’t push everyone who loves you away.”

She sighed and finished her wine. My mind wandered aimlessly to the wrench next to us. I could spread her pussy right here on this island and fuck her hard with the wrench. The handle was at least five inches thick… it was thicker than the one I stuffed in Sarah’s cunt yesterday.

“Dan told you I still have feelings for you, didn’t he?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Yeah,” I exhaled.

“Look. I don’t want to start anything up with you, Sam.” She got defensive.

“I don’t want to have a relationship with you, Ava.” I snorted.

“Oh.” She was genuinely surprised. Disappointment coloured her face.

“I could fuck you if you want,” I stated. Her hazel eyes lit up and she flushed red.

“I would like that a lot.” Her voice was soft as she spoke. I got off my stool and walked up to her. Her eyes darted up and down my muscular frame. I grabbed her hair and tilted her face up to me, caressing her jawline with my thumb.

“You want this?” I asked again.

She nodded, her lips parted slightly as she panted. My lips gently met hers, and she flung her arms around my neck. Our tongues danced as I cupped her firm, fat ass. All the desire I had for her came rushing back and I knew there was no turning back for me now. I lifted her effortlessly and she wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock was hard and I wanted to feel her pussy. I gently set her down on the counter of the island. She didn’t miss a beat. She put her legs up on the counter and spread her pussy wide. I pulled her gown up and found the thin lace panty she was wearing. I hooked my index finger on it, rubbing my knuckle up and down her waxed pussy. She was wet.

“Were you waiting on me?” I asked, releasing her lips.

“Yes,” she admitted. “I just needed to be fucked right for once.”

I pulled her panty aside and my tongue found her throbbing clit. I licked her pussy like a thirsty dog lapping water. She moaned loudly, kneading my hair with her hand. She threw her head back as I nibbled and sucked on her pussy. She tasted amazing. My cock was harder and ached for her wet cunt. She arched her back and rode my face as an orgasm ripped through her.

“Fuck!”  she cried out. I lapped up her pussy juices. She shuddered as my tongue touched her sensitive clit.

“Want more?” I asked, wiping her cum off my lips with my thumb. She nodded. I stuck my thumb in her mouth, and she tasted herself.  I grabbed the wrench from next to us and looked at her. She spread her legs wider, waiting for me to stuff her dripping cunt.

“Spit on it,” I instructed. She spat on the tip of the wrench handle and bit her lips in anticipation. I slowly inserted it into her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. Her pussy stretched effortlessly to accommodate the wrench.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

“Want me to stop?” I asked.

“No. Please no,” she begged. The red handle of the wrench was buried in her cunt. I grabbed the vise grip and attached it to her clit firmly. Her pussy contracted violently.

“Fuck, Sam,” she hissed. I fucked her quick and hard with the wrench. Her pussy was sloppy and her juices were dripping everywhere. My cock throbbed in my jeans. Ava looked beautiful. Her pussy was pink and swollen now. Her jaw went slack and beads of sweat dripped down her body.

“Good?” I asked.

“It’s so hard. It hurts so good. My clit hurts so good.” She moaned, throwing her head back. I pulled the wrench out in one swift motion, and her pussy clenched hard. She groaned, begging for me to force it back into her wet cunt. I forced it back in hard and fucked her quick and hard. Her body began trembling and she came hard. Her body shook violently as she squirted everywhere. I pushed the handle even deeper into her cunt. She screamed like a slut, cumming hard. Her orgasm slowly subsided, and I removed the wrench from her pussy. It was covered in her cream. I wasn’t going to fuck her yet. I wanted her to beg for my dick. I removed the vise grip from her clit. She smiled at me, contented.

“You always knew how to make me cum like a slut.”

“Dan couldn’t make you cum?” I asked.

“Vanilla Dan? No,” she snorted.

“No wonder you were always such a bitch,” I teased. She threw a kitchen cloth at me.

“You’re so rude,” she laughed.

“Yeah, a little.” I smirked and stepped away from her. She looked at me, confused. She spread her legs wide again.

“Aren’t you going to put your dick inside me?” she begged.

“Do you want me to put my dick inside you?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“PLEASE,” she begged. “Please fuck me with your dick, Sam. Please cum inside me.”

“Want this?” I unbuttoned my jeans and let it fall. My dick was rock hard, and the veins bulged on it. She licked her lips. Precum seeped from the tip.

“Fuck. Sam, your dick is so hard.” She squeezed her breast as she stared at my dick.

“Yeah. I want to force it into you but not here.” I motioned for her to follow me. She jumped off the kitchen counter and followed me to her bedroom. I ripped off my T-shirt.

“You got any toys in here?” I asked, climbing into her bed. She unlocked a drawer in her dresser and pulled out a few dildos and vibrators. I looked at her, amused.

“I had to please myself somehow.” She rolled her eyes.

“Bring your favourite clit vibe,” I instructed. She pulled her gown over her head. I sat up as I stared at her firm, round breasts. Her brown nipples were plump. She climbed into bed with me, vibrator in hand.

“I dreamt of this for years.” She gently caressed my face.

“All you had to do was ask, Ava. I would have fucked you senseless every day,” I replied.

“I was too proud to admit I was in love with you.” She pulled me into her. Her lips met mine, and her tongue searched for mine. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her on top of me. My dick rubbed against her wet slit. She bucked her hips, gently rubbing her clit against my dick and lubricating me with her juices.

“I want to suck your dick, but I need you inside me more,” she said, panting.

“I want to be inside you too.” I begged her to sit on my throbbing dick. She grabbed my dick and positioned it at her dripping entrance. She slowly lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. Her pussy squeezed my dick hard as I entered her hot, wet pussy. Her pussy was soft and melted around me. I wanted to burst in her.

“Your dick is so hard,” she moaned as she bounced hard on my cock. Her pussy was squelching each time she filled herself with me. Her breasts bobbed up and down. She threw her head back as she fucked herself. I couldn’t help but admire the sight of her.

“God, Ava. Your pussy is so wet.”

“Only you can make me this wet, Sam. Only you.” She bit her lips. Fuck.

I grabbed her hips and rolled her onto her back. She gasped and giggled. My lips hovered close to hers again, her eyes locked with mine. My Ava. I had to fuck her hard and cum deep in her. I pulled out of her pussy.

“Come.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed. She grabbed the vibrator.  I led her to the balcony of the master bedroom. It was dark outside, and nobody would be able to see us… but they would hear her scream like a slut. She held on to the railing, vibrator in hand and bent over. I stood behind her.

“I want to cum in your womb,” I said.

“Oh Sam, yes,” she whimpered. I forced my dick into her hard and held her hips in place. She turned the vibrator on and held it against her clit as I fucked her hard.

“Aahhh!” she cried out.

“Like that?” I pounded her. My balls swung into her pussy with each stroke.

“I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered. Her body bucked violently against me as she came, squirting everywhere. I slammed into her womb and stilled, letting my hot, thick cum fill her. She held on to the balcony for support. I effortlessly lifted her and took her back to the bed. I climbed into bed with her, and she settled on my chest, breathing hard. I kissed her hair.

“I would ask you to stay, but I know you have to get home to Sarah,” she whispered. Fuck. Sarah.

“I’ll head home in a bit. I just want to ensure you got your fill of me,” I grinned.

“No. Stop by tomorrow and fuck me again. Nobody can make my pussy feel this good.”

“I will do my best. I promise,” I kissed her again. Now what? Sarah is going to be furious.