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Sarah - Part Fifteen

Sarah is not shy when it comes to sex
The next few weeks were frustrating ones.

I was finishing school papers that were due. Sarah was finishing artwork and photography for her portfolio and preparing for some early exams. The net result was that we were lucky to see each other once or twice a week.

As well, Dave and Julie, our house mates, were coming to the end of their two year graduate program and were spending more time at the house on weekends.

In late February, I woke to the sound of Sarah coming into my room in the middle of the night.

Sarah did not like to come upstairs to see me, fearing that Dave or Julie would hear her and our little secret would be revealed. For some reason, never explained to me, Sarah did not want Julie, in particular, to know that we were sleeping together.

For Sarah to be entering my room in the middle of the night, then, it must be important.

To Sarah on this night, it was important.

Sarah had just started her period. She had been very horny, having gone three weeks or so without any sex. And, now she was beginning her period, a time when she became super horny and needy.

She had tried to control her urges and needs, but just could not take it anymore. She needed my attention, and did not care that it was 3:00 a.m.

She slipped out of her robe and slid into bed next to me.

“I’m sorry.” She said. “But I need you. I’ve got my period, I’m beyond horny, and I need to get some relief.”

Despite having just woken from a deep sleep, and still in a little fog, I knew what to do. This was not our first time taking care of Sarah’s needs when she was having her period.

“Please, no teasing. Just get me to cum,” she quickly added.

Sarah positioned herself so that we were facing each other, with her upper leg hooked over my hip and around my back. She held on so tightly that I could not move my hand down to her pussy.

“Loosen it up a bit,” I suggested.

Sarah bent at the waist, giving me the room I needed to find and play with her love button.

When Sarah had her period, it was her clit that became the center of our attention. This night it would be no different.

There was maybe fifteen minutes of deep tongue twisting and battling kissing, embracing, heavy breathing, muted moaning, and two wet fingers rubbing her clit, before Sarah told me that she was getting ready to cum.

She didn’t scream that she was going to cum; nor did she whisper it. She just said, “I’m going to cum,” like it was part of our normal, everyday conversation.

I pulled her close, pushed part of my blanket into her mouth to quiet her sounds, held on and rubbed her clit a little harder and faster.

Sarah came with a series of muffled screams, biting down hard on the blanket in her mouth, holding my neck and head so hard that I could not breathe, and digging her fingernails into my back.

Her muted screams died down, but her body kept on shaking and jerking for a few minutes after her orgasm.

I held her until she had settled down and was breathing easier.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, after resting next to me for a few minutes.

She left, went into the upstairs bathroom for several minutes, and then returned, all without making even the slightest noise.

Sliding back into my bed, Sarah moved under the covers, took hold of my still stiff shaft and put my cock into her mouth.

Sarah, good at cock sucking, made me cum in less than five minutes.

I held my pillow over my face to stifle the loud “Aaaaaahhhhhhh” that was coming out of my mouth.

Sarah swallowed every drop of cum that I could give her, emerged from the covers, gave me a kiss on the cheek, thanked me and quietly left.

I lay there, still breathing heavily, enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm.

A few more weeks went by, bringing us into March, and ever closer to Sarah’s graduation and her leaving for her job.

There was still a school vacation period to come in mid-March. The previous holiday school break, Sarah and I had hit our peak of sexual activity. It was during that week off that Sarah and I had the house to ourselves and had enjoyed some variety of sex almost every day and sometimes two or three times a day.

During that holiday vacation period I probably learned the most about sex, teasing and toys, and had my first experiences with more than one woman at the same time.

It was also a week that ended with both of us exhausted and sore.

The March vacation period, therefore, was something I had already begun to think about.

In the first weekend of March, Dave and Julie went home again. More and more, as their graduation approached, they were moving things to their parent’s homes, looking for an apartment of their own and continuing with their wedding plans.

On that weekend, Sarah was out late on Friday night. I went to bed around mid-night, and she had not returned home by that time.

Sometime around 10:00 a.m. on Saturday morning, Sarah came to my room wearing her pink bathrobe, and sat on the edge of my bed.

“Time to get up,” she said, shaking me. “What have you got planned for today?”

“Nothing,” I grumbled, wondering how she could be so energetic when she had been out so late.

“Do you want coffee?” she asked.

“I want you,” I told her.

“Coffee first,” was her reply as she stood and went back downstairs.

I put on my work-out pants and a T shirt and walked down to the kitchen.

Having not been alone with Sarah for almost two weeks, I was already thinking about her, this weekend alone, and what we might do to pleasure each other.

As often happens when thinking such thoughts, I entered the kitchen with a large bulge in my pants.

“Impressive,” Sarah said, sipping her coffee and looking at the bulge.

I walked toward her, but apparently sensing that I might want more than coffee at that moment, she shoved a cup of coffee in front of me.

We stood facing each other, sipping our coffee. Nothing was said.

Have I ever pointed out that Sarah is not shy when it comes to sex?

With that little smile she has when she’s feeling wicked, she reached out and ran her fingernails over my stiff cock, still hidden by the fabric of my work out pants.

Just her one little touch and my cock twitched and sought release from its confines.

After running her fingers over my hard member a few times, Sarah stepped back and leaned against the counter top, and just stared at me.

Something was different. I could sense it, but did not know what it was.

“Do you want me?” Sarah asked, with a smile and a little girlish tilt of her head.

“Yes I do.” I responded in a calm voice.

What I was really thinking was “duh!”

“Then take me.” she said. “Take me right here.”

I removed my pants, letting my swollen erection pop out.

“Mmmmmm. That is nice,” she said staring at my member.

Sarah put her coffee cup on the counter, turned towards me and slipped off her robe, holding the robe in her hand.

For a few seconds, she stood naked in front of me, and I stood naked in front of her, wearing only my T shirt. Nothing was said. Nothing had to be said.

The way she looked at me and the expression on her face was enough to let me know that she wanted me, and I could have her any way I wanted.

True to form, however, Sarah had already decided when, where and how I could have her.

She walked over to the kitchen table, spread her robe on the table top, bent over so that her face and breasts were flat on the table, and spread her legs.

She arched her back, giving me her bare ass and pussy, and looked back at me with the lust of a woman who wanted to be taken.

“Fuck me until I scream,” she said with a smile. “Give me your cock. All of it. You know how I like it.”

She was surprisingly already very wet. My shaft slid into her pussy all the way up to my balls, and Sarah let out a long grunt of pleasure.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back and began to fuck her hard.

Sarah held onto the sides of the table, which shook with each of my thrusts.

This was not playful or slow sex. When she was in this kind of mood, she wanted it to be rough and hard, and I wanted to accommodate her.

I fucked Sarah until her legs hurt from standing and girding herself against my thrusts.

I pulled my shaft out of her dripping pussy, stood her up, and had every intention of moving us to the living room couch or chair where we could continue our little venture.

Sarah had another idea, and, as usual, her idea was better than mine.

“The stairs,” was all she said.

She took me by the hand and moved us quickly over to the carpeted stairs to the second floor and prostrated herself on the first few steps of the stairs.

Looking back at me with a “please fuck me” look, she crawled up two or three more steps, and arched her back, emphasizing her ass and pussy.

“You know that when you do that with your ass and pussy it drives me crazy,” I said.

“Why do you think I do it?” she responded with a smile.

I stepped up behind her, kneeling on a step, and slid my cock back into her pussy.

I fucked her hard as she grabbed for the stair railing and tried to crawl up more steps.

For Sarah, her tits and nipples brushed against the stairs as they swung back and forth, and she screamed and moaned, knowing that there was no one else in the house who could hear her.

“Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard; harder. Unnnggghhhh! Unnnnggghhh!”

With every hard, deep thrust of my cock, Sarah let out a grunt of pleasure.

Spread out on the stairs, grasping at the railing, newels and stairs with her hands, screaming and moaning, Sarah took each deep thrust of my cock, telling me how good it felt.

Her pussy was soaked. Each time I slammed my cock into her slit her juices splattered and there was a “squish” noise.

Then Sarah went silent.

All that could be heard was the sound of my cock ramming Sarah’s pussy and my heavy breathing.

I knew that when she could no longer form words, or scream, or even moan, that the pleasure of fucking had consumed her and she was about to cum.

I wet my thumb and slid it into her asshole.

Something in her ass, anything, as she was about to cum, ratcheted up the intensity of her orgasm tenfold.

It was no different this time.

Her back arched; her body strained; her mouth was wide open; and she took deep breaths, followed by long sounds, noises that seemed to grow higher in pitch with every thrust of my member..

She shook and cried out, “I going to cum. I’m going to cum; don’t stop. Oh God. Oh God.”

Sarah had her orgasm, holding onto the stairs and the handrail, screaming at me to not stop. Her pussy fluid ran down her slit and inner thighs, and all over the stairs.

I continued to fuck her hard not stopping until she slumped down onto the stairs and put her hand back on my hip as a way of telling me to stop.

I was sweating and trying to catch my breath.

“God, that was good,” I said. “I love to watch and hear you cum.”

“Did you cum?” she asked, still out of breath.

“No,” I said, continuing to breathe hard myself.

We both lay on the steps, trying to catch our breath.

I was about to roll Sarah over and put my cock in her mouth and enjoy a warm, wet blow job, when Sarah looked back at me.

“More,” she said. “I want more. Fuck me some more.”

I reached down, opened her pussy lips with my thumbs, and slid my cock into her hole.

Again, this was down and dirty fucking. There was no teasing involved; no romance; no love-making. She wanted it hard and fast, and she didn’t mind if it hurt a little.

I slammed my cock into her slit and she screamed at me to fuck her harder and faster.

I tried to keep myself from cuming by pulling all the way of her slit and then sliding it all the way back in. Each time I pulled my cock out, Sarah moaned either with disappointment or pleasure.

“Roll over,” I told her.

“No,” she said, looking back at me. “Fuck my ass.” It was an order.

“There’s no oil,” I pointed out to her.

“Spit on my asshole. Spit on your cock. Use my pussy juice,” Sarah said, looking back at me eager but somewhat annoyed that I should have known what to do.

I spit on my fingers and ran my fingers over the head of my cock.

I spit on her asshole and worked it in with my fingers while Sarah shut her eyes and moaned.

I grabbed two fingers full of her pussy juice and spread it on her asshole and my shaft.

“Ready?” I asked.

It was a stupid question. I regretted asking it as soon as I said it.

Sarah had just cum; she had made it clear that she wanted more cock in her pussy; she had ordered me to fuck her in the ass; and, she was still looking at me with that “needy” erotic look.

Of course she was ready. Why did I have to ask?

I positioned the head of my cock at Sarah’s asshole and pushed it with my thumb.

Lesson learned. Saliva and pussy juice do not make up for K-Y oil.

I did not slide my cock into Sarah’s ass, as much as I forced the head of my cock and my shaft into Sarah’s ass.

I know that it hurt her, and I went as slowly as I could, given her need and desire.

Eventually, after several minutes, with the combination of my pre-cum, more spit and more of her juices, I was in her ass up to my balls.

Sarah directed me to go slow at first.

“That feels so fucking good.” she whispered and moaned with a broad smile on her face. “Slow fuck my ass.”

I did.

Fucking her ass on the stairs was actually easier than fucking her pussy. The angle I had, with her face down on the stairs, was better for ass fucking.

She was tight, and her little muscle at her hole gripped my cock with some force.

I had learned, however, that the longer I fucked her hole, the looser she would become and the more pleasurable it would be for both of us.

Just as we were getting into a good rhythm and my cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her hole, Sarah told me to stop me and started to get up.

My cock slid out of her ass.

I thought I had hurt her.

She led me quickly to the leather chair in the living room.

Sarah sat on the chair, pulled her legs way back, giving me her ass, and ordered me to fuck her ass again.

I slid my cock into her ass, giving her fair warning that I was getting close to cuming myself.

“Put your other thumb into my pussy.”

I did.

The look on her face was intense. It was the look of a woman who knew what she wanted, and was putting the parts together for her own pleasure and explosion of relief.

I fucked her hole while, at the same time, driving my thumb into her pussy.

I could see Sarah’s now swollen clit peeking out from the top of her slit.

It was a pale red, swollen pearl.

This was Sarah’s last target; the last piece of her little pleasure puzzle.

She attacked her little pearl with three of her fingers, rubbing furiously in a circular motion.

I could see and feel the pleasure grip her body.

I watched the determination on her face, and her muscles twitch and ripple, as she tried to make herself cum.

She made no noise; no sounds; and said nothing. Her eyes were focused on her pussy; her clit; and my cock.

I watched as her head bent back, her eyes closed half- way and her mouth opened.

And then there was that wrinkle of an odd smile on her trembling lips; the quirky but somehow erotic and sensual smile that she would get just before she would cum.

“Don’t stop. I’m there,” she said.

She arched her back and neck and rolled onto her side in the chair.

I kept fucking her ass; she kept rubbing her clit. But because she was on her side, I couldn’t get my thumb into her love hole anymore.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she screamed. “I need to cum; make me cum. Make me cum.”

I wasn’t sure what to do. I was fucking her asshole as hard and as fast as I could.

“Make me cum. Make me cum,” she screamed, with more determination in her voice.

I reached for her breast and twisted her nipple.

It was not some soft, little, teasing twist. I twisted it hard.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” she yelled.

I twisted her nipple even harder, knowing that at this stage of her pleasure she liked some pain.

I continued to ram my cock into her asshole, trying desperately not to cum myself.

“Oh God. Oh God.” she yelled over and over.

Curiously, I could not tell whether the pleasure consuming her body was so great that “Oh God, Oh God” was an expression of that pleasure, or whether she had reached such an intensity of pleasure that she was afraid that she was not going to get the orgasm and release she desperately wanted, and “Oh God, Oh God” was an expression of that fear.

I turned her onto her back, brushed her hand away from her pussy, and ran my thumb violently over her clit.

Ultimately, while fucking her in the ass, I held her pearl between my fingers and thumb and rolled it back and forth with some pressure.

Sarah had grabbed her head with both hands as though her head was going to explode.

And, she was shaking, jerking and grinding her pussy and ass into my cock and fingers.

There were no words.

“Uuuunnnggghhhh. Aaaaaaggghhh,” was all she screamed over and over.

Her body arched again. This time her ass came up off the chair. Her eyes rolled back as if she were experiencing a seizure.

She froze in that position: her back severely arched up against the chair; her ass up off the chair; holding her head in both hands up by her ears; her mouth open and drooling; her eyelids fluttering; and she was silent except for a high pitched, droning sound that came from deep within her.

My cock was in her asshole, diving in and out as fast and as hard as I could.

My balls banged against her ass with such force that it hurt.

I began to get that sickening ache in my stomach that a guy experiences when he gets hit in his testicles.

My thumb and fingers rolled her clit around, rubbing the swollen pearl between my wet fingers.

I twisted her nipples until I thought she would scream in pain.

It was hard, rough sex, mixing pain with pleasure.

Her body jerked violently once. Then there was a second violent jerk.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” she screamed, her hands still holding her head.

I had gone past the point of no return.

“I’m going to cum,” I yelled.

Sarah exploded in a violent, beautiful and loud orgasm.

Sarah’s body bucked and jerked so violently she fell off the chair onto the floor.

She continued to moan loudly, breathe heavily, and twitch and jerk while on the floor, in a fetal position. She moved her hands from her head to in between her legs.

I totally lost it.

I’m not even sure what happened.

When Sarah started to fall out of the chair, I instinctively reached out and tried to grab her. I stumbled and fell to the side, initially landing on one knee and then falling back onto my ass onto the carpet.

As I was falling back, a long ribbon of cum shot out of my cock onto the chair, Sarah and the floor.

My orgasm was intense. I know that I moaned loudly and grunted with each spurt of cum. I might have also screamed a few swear words.

I ended up on my back on the floor, my cock listing to one side, and cum oozing out onto my hip and leg. I could not catch my breath; and I was not sure what had happened.

Give Sarah credit. She was the first to recover, and crawled on her hands and knees over to me.

Long strings of pussy juice draped from her slit to the inside of her thighs or the floor, and cum clung to her shoulder and arm, with a little on her cheek, nose and chin.

“Michael, Michael, Michael,” she said as she snuggled up next to me.

“How the hell can she even talk?” I thought to myself.

A few minutes before Sarah had been practically catatonic.

Who knows how much time had passed since she and I had almost simultaneously cum. Seconds? Maybe a minute?

Yet her she was talking to me coolly and calmly as if nothing had happened.

“What was that all about?” I asked.

“We just had one of those times when everything was just right. You wanted me. I wanted to be taken and fucked. And we were both very turned on. At least I was,” was her explanation. “I’ve fantasized about you fucking me on the kitchen table and those stairs for a while now.”

“I was turned on?” I asked, still breathing heavily. “You were… you were…” I couldn’t find the right words.

“I was way beyond being turned on,” Sarah said as she kissed my cheek. “I wanted to get fucked. I needed a good fucking; a hard, fast down and dirty, screaming, yelling fucking. I wanted to be fucked until I couldn’t take any more,” she said.

“And what brought that on?”

“I was with Maggie and one of her friends last night. All we talked about was sex, what we liked, how we liked it. You know, sex talk between us girls. We even looked at your pictures and showed them to Maggie’s friend, and talked about your cock.”

“And you didn’t give me a call?” I asked sarcastically.

“When I left Maggie and her friend, I was already turned on and needy. When I got home I almost went to your room and woke you up, but decided that it was best to let you sleep and get your rest and I would attack you in the morning. I thought about masturbating, and did start to, but decided that I’d rather cum with you pleasuring me,” she revealed. “I thought about you fucking me while I lie in bed, think I dreamed about it, and was thinking about how I would fuck you when you got up this morning. By the time I woke you, I was wet, incredibly turned on, and ready to attack you.”

“Did I hurt you at all?”

“No,” she responded emphatically. “A little pain turns me on and makes everything much more pleasurable. You know that.”

“I was sore from the other night, so when you fucked me it hurt a little. And, I got incredibly turned on. When you fucked me in the ass it hurt for a few minutes; I knew it would. Then it was just this intense pleasure. When a little pain mixes with the pleasure my orgasms are way over the top.”

“But didn’t my twisting your nipple and clit hurt?” I asked.

“I’m sure it did. But all I felt was intense pleasure. I’m sure I’ll hurt tomorrow, but I’ll take that in exchange for the two powerful orgasms you gave me.”

“I don’t understand,” I indicated.

“And you probably never will. It’s a woman thing.”

With that, Sarah got up and walked to the kitchen.

“Coffee?” she asked.

“Wait. What? You were with Maggie last night?”

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Fredmb1971
Posted 14 Dec 2013 00:10
Excellent as always
she1sexy
Posted 07 Dec 2013 22:07
Speechless... Great Job!

Nightmare414
Posted 06 Dec 2013 18:27
I loved every word, every detail. Thank you
 

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