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Sarah - Part Eleven

Sarah and I continue Sarah's Game, but now it was my turn
We sat on the leather chair in the living room a while; me still recovering from a long and intense orgasm; Sarah nestled in my lap, cum still on her face and tits.

As I recovered, I played softly with Sarah’s nipples, lightly pinching and pulling on them. I like to run my fingers lightly around her nipples when they are hard, and then roll her nipple between my fingers and thumb. Sarah likes it and I like hearing the little moans of pleasure she makes when I do it.

As I continued to recover, I spread Sarah’s legs and dipped my finger into her wet pussy. I moved my finger around slowly, rubbing up the side of her clit every once in a while. She moaned and whispered in my ear that it felt good.

“I can feel you starting to get hard again,” she said.

If I was, I would consider it a minor miracle. The intensity of the orgasm that Sarah had given me had taken a lot out of me. Recovery was going to take some time.

Nonetheless, Sarah slid down onto her knees in front of me and began to lick and suck on my very limp, soft cock.

She worked her tongue around the head and over my balls, stroked it, and sucked on the head.

I lay back and enjoyed it, but was embarrassed that I was so limp.

Slowly, my manhood began to come back to life. Within ten minutes or so of Sarah’s excellent tongue work, my shaft was hard and erect.

I let her play with my cock for a few minutes before I stopped her. It was my turn.

As I rose from the chair, I told Sarah to make herself comfortable on the blanket and to place a pillow behind her head.

I used a kitchen towel to wipe cum off her face and tits and to dab off cum that had fallen in her hair.

I lay next to her, played with her nipples some more, squeezed her tits, ran my fingers lightly over her stomach, spread her legs, slowly fingered her pussy and lightly rubbed her clit.

She was relaxed, purring and very wet.

I whispered in her ear all the things I was going to do to her.

“You know what I want to do. I’m going to tease you until you beg me to let you cum. I’m going to fuck your pussy until you’re ready to cum. I’m going to fuck you in the ass until you’re ready to cum. But I’m not going to let you cum. Not until I’m ready to let you cum.”

“Yes. Mmmmm. Yes. Yes,” was Sarah’s response.

I wrapped Sarah’s hand-made leather restraint around one wrist, looped it around the couch leg and attached the other end to her other wrist. Sarah’s arms were now stretched up above her head and secured to the couch.

Further preparing for what I had in mind, I took two old silk ties and tied one to each of Sarah’s ankles.

Her arms and wrists restrained and her ankles ready to be tied down, I could begin.

Sarah had brought me to the point of an orgasm several times, without letting me cum. Then, slowly she brought me to the edge and let me enjoy the longest and most intense orgasms I have ever experienced. I was going to return the favor.

Sarah loves to have her nipples played with and teased. Starting slowly and lightly, and working up to a little pain as her nipples are twisted and pinched, she would get very wet, vocal and turned on.

Because Sarah got so turned on teasing me, she was already very wet with her juices seeping out of her slit and running down her ass and soaking the blanket.

There was no need for me to lightly tease her hard nipples to get her started. She was already beyond that kind of nipple play.

Instead I began by rolling each of her nipples between my thumb and fingers, increasing the pressure until she told me that it hurt.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“No,” was her quick response. She liked some pain with her pleasure, particularly with nipple play.

I continued rolling her nipples in my fingers, pinching them hard and pulling on them.

Sarah’s nipples are light brown. With some aggressive playing, they had turned red. And, as I continued, they began to turn a little purple, and the area surrounding each nipple took on a black and blue, bruised look.

Sarah arched her back and rolled side to side, as our nipple play brought both pain and pleasure to her body.

To change the sensation and feel, I took one of the silk scarves and dragged it over her nipples and tits. “Goose bumps” formed on her tits, as the scarf material rubbed over each sensitive nipple.

“Fuck yes,” she said. “That feels so good.”

I dragged the scarf over her stomach and the small patch of hair at the top of her slit, bringing her even more pleasure. She spread her legs hoping for more.

Accepting her invitation, I dragged the scarf lightly over her pussy lips several times. Sarah moaned with pleasure, her mouth open and her eyes squeezed closed. She liked the gentle feel of the scarf. It may have tickled as it caressed her slit, but it felt amazing on her lips, and she was disappointed when I stopped.

It was time to bring her to the edge for the first time.

In addition to nipple play, Sarah loves to have her pussy licked, slowly and steadily, letting her build her need for release.

I ran my tongue up her slit. Her pussy was warm and wet, and tasted like spice. I ran the tip of my tongue on the edge of her pussy lips, eventually pushing my tongue into her slit and fucking her cunt with my tongue.

She arched her back to push her pussy up to my mouth, wanting my tongue deeper in her cunt.

“Yes. Yes.” she moaned.

The slow licking of her pussy lasted for several minutes, as I concentrated on teasing her with my tongue. Sarah arched her back and rotated her hips, hoping to get as much of my tongue as possible in her love hole.

I had intentionally stayed away from her clit. Knowing how wet she was, and how turned on she was from teasing me, I guessed that her clit had increased in size and was very sensitive.

I ran the tip of my tongue along the sides of her clit, but not directly on it. There was an instant and strong reaction. Not only a load moan, but a strong jerk of her body as a spasm of pleasure raced through her body.

I spread her slit with my fingers and was greeted by a large, pale red orb protruding from its hood. Sarah’s clit had indeed grown, having doubled in size.

This clit needs to be teased, I thought to myself.

I ran my tongue up and down the sides of her clit again, and every once in a while flicked the tip of my tongue over it. Her engorged clit was indeed very sensitive and needed to be slowly brought to the point where Sarah could tolerate the pleasure/pain threshold.

Between my licking her pussy lips and gently tickling her clit with my tongue, Sarah began to exhibit all those wonderful signs of an approaching orgasm. Her body twitched; her breathing was heavy and quick; she moaned and begged me to not stop; and little beads of sweat began to emerge on her forehead and tits.

I kept licking her clit, until Sarah was whimpering loudly and struggling with her wrist restraints.

“Suck on it. Suck on my clit,” Sarah yelled. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I stopped. I did not want her to cum yet.

To let her calm down but still enjoy the pleasure she was seeking, I grabbed the big feather and began to run it over her nipples and tits, tickling them. I ran the feather softly over her belly, and made my way down along her pussy hair, the inside of her thighs and eventually very lightly along her slit.

The feather, lightly applied, tickles and feels good, but is not enough to make a lady cum. It is an ideal toy to allow a lady to calm herself from her need to cum, yet still bring her pleasure.

The tip of the feather is another story. It alone will not make a lady cum. But the tip is a tool of intense, pleasurable torture that few are able to tolerate.

Sarah’s ankles were already tied with the ends of some old silk ties. I took the free ends of each tie and tied them together in a double knot, leaving Sarah with her ankles tied to each other, with a long strip of silk tie between her ankles.

I bent Sarah’s legs back so her knees were up by the side of her head, and looped the long strip of silk tie behind Sarah’s neck.

Now Sarah was restrained at the wrists, and her legs were bent back by her head, restrained by the silk ties that bound her ankles. Her pussy and asshole were fully exposed and available to be played with as I wanted.

I ran the tip of the feather along Sarah’s pussy lips. It tickled and she groaned.

I spread her slit with my fingers and ran the feather tip lightly back and forth over her swollen clit. She loved it. She hated it. She moaned and groaned. She swore. But she did not tell me to stop.

The tip of the feather on her clit and tickling her slit was almost too much for her. The flicking of the feather over and across her clit may not have made Sarah cum, but it certainly seemed to make her come close.

A steady stream of her sticky pussy juice ran down her slit into her asshole and then dripped down to the blanket in little thin threads.

The only thing that drove Sarah crazier than the feather tip on her clit was the feather tip on her asshole.

Lightly touching her asshole with the feather tip tickled and made her shake and moan with pleasure. Pushing the tip into her hole, wiggling it around a bit, and pushing the tip in an out, brought thunderous moans and a twisting and turning of her body as she strained against her tethers.

“Oh God. Fuck yes. Yes. Yes.”

“Would you like me to stop?” I asked, as I continued to tickle her hole.

“No,” she snapped. “Put your finger in my ass”.

“You want me to finger fuck your asshole?” I inquired, still tickling her hole.

“Yes. Oh God, please. Please. Fuck my ass.”

I used the feather tip on her hole for a few more minutes, driving Sarah to the point of begging and weeping, the sensation and pleasure was so intense.

I wet my finger and rubbed her asshole with it, and then inserted just the tip of my finger into her hole.

“More. More. Put your fingers in all the way,” she pleaded.

“Fingers?” I asked. “Do you want more than one finger?”

“Yes. Fuck yes,” was her impatient reply. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass with your fingers!”

Pleasure, passion, desire, craving and need had taken over Sarah’s mind and body. The waves of pleasure that rippled through her body, the quivering in her pussy, the lust for sex that now consumed her, was not enough. Sarah wanted and needed more.

She belonged to me now, and she knew it. I controlled whether she would cum and when. I was the giver of pleasure, just as she had controlled me minutes before.

With two fingers I slowly fingered her asshole while I again ran my tongue over and inside her dripping cunt. Sarah pulled against her leather restraint and my makeshift ankle restraints, as she moaned, screamed with pleasure, and begged for more.

For the second and third time, I brought her to the point of orgasms, but would not let her cum.

Again, to let her calm down, I used the hair brush to lightly stroke the skin on her arms, her nipples and breasts, her belly, the back of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass. I did this two or three times before running the brush first over the inside of her thighs, right up next to her pussy, and then finally letting the brush run over her swollen pussy lips.

“I need to cum,” she said.

“I know.”

“Please let me cum. Fuck me, and I’ll cum for you. You can have all the teasing fun that you want, but just let me cum.”

I ignored her plea.

“I’ll do anything. Fuck me anyway you want.”

Again, I ignored her.

There was something I had read about once and wanted to try.

I took one of the silk scarves and folded it so that I ended up with a long, maybe one inch wide strip. Holding the two ends, I pushed and slid the strip of scarf lengthwise into her slit and ran it slowly up and down her pussy, pulling one end up towards her belly and then pulling the other end towards her ass.

At first, there was little response. I’m not even sure if Sarah knew what I was doing.

I adjusted the angle so the scarf ran more over her clit than her love-hole lips. That’s all that was needed.

At first, just like it did on the sensitive skin on the head of my cock, the scarf running over her clit hurt a little. I slowed down, and gradually, the pleasure of the scarf material on her love nub began to mix in with the pain. After several minutes, Sarah began to beg me to do it harder and faster.

As I increased the pace and ran the scarf as hard as I could over her clit, there was no moaning or yelling; just Sarah pushing her hips up to get more scarf pressure on her clit.

The look on her face was priceless. Her mouth was open; her head was bent forward as she tried to watch the scarf sliding over her clit; her eyes were half closed, as she enjoyed the pleasure; and she looked both scared and turned on at the same time.

Did it hurt; did she want me to stop?

“It hurts a little, but don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Do it faster,” she pleaded.

I tried to run the scar over her clit as fast as I could. She was sweating, as was I, and my sweat was dripping off my nose onto her stomach. The way her body was twitching and turning, my sweat ran off her belly on both sides.

“You’re going to make me cum. I’m going to cum.”

I stopped.

The scarf was soaked anyway, so it was threw it aside.

I knelt beside Sarah’s head, put my cock in her mouth and let her suck on the end of my cock while I played with her nipples and tits again. She was eager to suck and lick, and was able to take almost my entire shaft in her mouth.

I looked down at this beautiful woman. I had been teasing her for about fifty minutes; maybe more. Her hair was all mussed up; her nose was running; her face was flushed and sweaty; some drool had come out of the corners of her mouth and run down her cheeks; her nipples were hard and bruised; sweat was running off of her tits, some down her side and some to her belly; her pussy lips were red and swollen; her clit was so engorged and distended that it was jutting out between her lips; and she was soaked in her own sticky juices. Her cunt, ass and insides of her thighs glistened with her thick fluids.

As I pulled my shaft out of her mouth, she looked at me, still feeling the pleasure she had been enduring, but with an expression that indicated that enough was enough, no more teasing, she needed to be fucked; she needed some release; she needed to cum.

I moved down to the area between Sarah’s legs and started to slide the head of my cock up and down her wet slit. Sarah knew that the time had come for her to be fucked.

“Fuck me. Please fuck me.” She begged.

I slid my cock into her wet hole. Sarah let out a long low moan, and arched her neck and head back.

I started slowly, sliding my manhood deep into her cunt, while talking to her in a soft, but confident voice.

“How do you want to be fucked?”

“Do you want me to fuck you slow and tease you some more until you cum?"

“Do you want me to fuck you until you lose all control?”

“Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast?”

Sarah did not respond to any of my questions, at least not in words that I could understand. She made sounds and moaned and looked at my cock sliding slowly in and out of her slit, almost mesmerized by the sight of her cunt engulfing my shaft.

Because I had already had a huge orgasm and spewed gobs of cum all over her, I now had more control. I was going to be able to last longer than I would if I had not cum yet.

I started with a slow fuck. But as her sounds and moaning and obvious pleasure increased, I began to go faster.

Since her legs were tied back, I was able to drive my cock deep into her hole, and I could feel her swollen clit rubbing against my shaft. I also had easy access to her nipples, which I pinched and rolled, as Sarah experienced both pleasure and pain.

I dripped sweat onto Sarah’s stomach; her face and chest were flushed, and she looked like she was in pain and going to cry.

That look, I have learned, is a look of pleasure, not pain; it is the look of craving, desire and need; of the passion, obsession and sexual fever that has overcome her; of fear and panic that she is not going to get the release that she desperately wants; of the pleasure building inside her body, which would soon consume her entire being; and of an approaching orgasm that will give her the release she so desperately needs.

I kept going, pounding all of my cock into her cunt.

She pulled and strained on all of her restraints and begged me to go faster and harder, until all she wanted was for me to slam my cock into her as hard as I could.

“Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Harder, harder.”

Her body twisted as I kept up the pace, pulling on her nipples and twisting them hard between my thumb and fingers.

Her body tensed, and she was about to cum when I slowed down and let her relax.

She was not happy with me.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m so close,” she yelled at me.

I started fucking her hard again, and talking to her.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes. Yes,” she said.

“Do you like my big cock in your cunt?”


“Do you like being teased?

“Yes. Fuck me harder.” Her face was red and sweaty, and she spoke with desperation in her voice.

“Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes. Please let me cum. Please”.

It did not matter what I said or asked. Sarah would have said yes to anything and everything. Her thoughts, desires and needs were focused on the only thing that mattered right now; her need to cum.

She was breathing heavily, and gritting her teeth as the intensity of her pleasure was so strong.

I slammed my cock into her again and again, and stopped twisting her nipples so I could concentrate on giving her what she wanted.

Sarah stopped moaning; she stopped breathing; her back arched; and her head and neck arched. Her body trembled and twitched; her eyes were squeezed shut; her mouth was wide open in a silent scream; and her stomach muscles rippled as she was overcome by the intensity and force of the feeling and sensation in her groin.

“Oh God. Oh God. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.”

No sooner had the words come out of her mouth than she screamed a long, low, loud scream, and fluid spewed out of her pussy and all over my stomach and her pussy and ass.

I didn’t know what it was; I didn’t know whether she had pissed all over me; I wasn’t even sure what had happened. I had never seen or experienced a woman gush before.

Three or four times, a thick, clear fluid surged out of her pussy, as Sarah’s body jerked and jumped up and down.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” she screamed over and over, as her orgasms went on and on.

When it was over, Sarah lay there, desperately trying to breathe.

“Oh God. Oh God,” was all she could say, as she gasped for air and bursts of pleasure continued to rip through her body.

I cut the ties holding her ankles with a pair of scissors, and her legs came crashing down to the blanket.

“Did you like that?” I whispered in her ear. I doubt that she even heard me.

Sarah grabbed my head and pulled me close to her face.

“More. I need more,” she said in a pleading, crying, raspy voice.”I want more.”

I had not cum a second time and my manhood was still hard and straight.

Her arms and wrists were still restrained, although the couch had been moved several feet by Sarah’s pulling on the leather restraint on her wrists.

I flipped her over onto one of the pillows, slid two fingers in her asshole and tried to prepare her for my cock. Sarah just lay there moaning and moaning, her ass slightly raised and waiting.

I scooped up fingers full of her juices and spread it all on and in her asshole, and did the same for my cock.

I put the head of my cock at her asshole, told her to get ready, and pushed. My cock slid into her hole, right up to my balls. Sarah let out a scream; a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Make me cum again. Please. I need to cum again.”

I did as she asked.

In the game, which by now had been long forgotten, I had indicated my desire to fuck Sarah in the ass, and she had indicated her desire to be fucked in the ass. We were both getting what we wanted.

I slid my cock in and out of her ass until she was begging me to make her cum.

I turned her over again, bent her legs back by her head again, and slid my cock into the gaping hole I had just left.

I fucked her ass and ran my thumb over her clit. She was on the verge of having another orgasm, but would not or could not cum.

“Please. Please,” she begged, almost in tears. “Make me cum. Make me cum.”

I looked around for the vibrator. It was across the room.

I grabbed the hair brush that I had brought and used on her before and slid the long, square, wood handle into her pussy as I continued to fuck her ass.

Again and again, she begged me to make her cum.

I spotted the hair brush Sarah had brought, and reached for that, sliding the round, plastic handle of that brush into her pussy along with the handle of the other hair brush.

Sarah was almost in tears, begging for me to fuck her ass harder, faster; to make her cum. She was also begging me to fuck her pussy with the brushes.

She had a wild look on her face. There was only one thing that she cared about right now, and that was having another orgasm.

I pulled out the two hair brush handles and pushed the two brush parts together so they meshed with each other and then slid the two handles back into her pussy.

I fucked her ass and forced the handles of the hairbrush into her cunt.

“Harder. Harder.” she yelled.

I was slamming the hair brush handles into her pussy so hard that I thought I would hurt her.

“Hurt my pussy. Hurt my clit,” she yelled at me at one time.

Again, her back and neck arched and she stopped breathing. This time her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Uuuunnnggghhhh. Uuuunnngghhhh.” Was all she could say and she said it over and over.

Sarah had cum again. No gushing this time, but such an intense orgasm that I could hardly hold her down as her body jerked and twisted with the pleasure she was experiencing. Her asshole clamped down on my manhood with such force that it hurt.

I was beyond the point of needing to cum, and after a few more thrusts into her asshole spewed gobs of cum into her ass, something I had never done before.

When I finished shooting cum into Sarah, my cock slid out of her ass, and I rolled over onto my back. Sarah was on her back, trying to catch her breath, moaning and enjoying the aftermath of her second orgasm.

“I need more,” she said. “I want more.”

I had just cum, so my cock was quickly going soft and limp. Anyway, I had just had my shaft in Sarah’s ass, so even if I could get hard, I couldn’t put it into her cunt. Plus, having cum twice, and exhausted, I was experiencing that need to just roll over, shut my eyes and go to sleep.

I got up onto my knees and hovered over Sarah. The two hair brush handles were still in Sarah’s pussy and cum was dribbling out of her asshole onto the blanket.

I spread her legs, stuck my tongue in her love-hole and sucked her engorged clit into my mouth, while at the same time sliding two fingers into her dripping wet ass.

I held her swollen clit in my mouth, sucked on it, and ran my tongue over and around it. At the same time I finger fucked her asshole fast and hard.

Sarah rotated her hips and pushed her clit up into my mouth.

“Suck my clit. Make it hurt. Eat me. Eat me!”

In just a few minutes, Sarah came for the third time. I heard all the wonderful noises and sounds she makes when she cums, but did not watch her cum, as I like to do. I was busy continuing to work on her clit and ass.

I did not stop sucking her clit and fingering her ass until she told me to.

“Enough. Enough. Stop.” she cried.

I slid cum covered fingers out of Sarah’s ass and let her clit slip out of my mouth.

Sarah’s swollen clit lay there almost like a little cock, and was now apparently very sensitive to touch.

I quickly removed the leather wrist restraints, and rolled over onto my back next to Sarah. She rolled onto her side and her body fell against mine, with one arm over my chest. She was still trying to catch her breath, and her body was continuing to twitch with each spasm of pleasure she felt.

I wanted to just roll the blanket up over us and stay right there for the night. But the blanket was wet with her juices and cum.

My cock and fingers had been in her ass; my face, particularly around my mouth and chin, was covered with her pussy juices; and my stomach and legs were also wet with whatever it was that she had gushed all over me.

Sarah had streaks of cum on her and oozing out of her ass, her juices still dribbling out of her pussy, and whatever she had gushed was all over her stomach and tits.

Both of us needed a shower.

I got up. Getting Sarah up was more difficult.

First, she didn’t want to move, and was, in fact, still experiencing what she called “little cums.” Second, she was exhausted and limp, like a wet dish cloth.

I held her up as best I could as we made our way to the shower.

Cum and pussy juice ran down the inside and back of Sarah’s legs all the way to her ankles and the floor; her lips were bruised and swollen from our passionate kissing; her pussy was red and wet; her pussy lips were swollen; her nipples were bruised and a red/blue color; her tits and nipples were wet with her juices; her face was wet with cum, her cunt juices and saliva, and her pussy and ass hurt.

I turned on the water, got it to the right temperature, helped Sarah into the tub and sat her down at the end of the tub. I showered, letting the warm water run over Sarah. Then I washed Sarah as best as I could.

I dried myself off, helped Sarah out of the tub, sat her on the toilet seat and dried her off. I was exhausted and tired, as was Sarah.

I showed no real physical signs of having fucked and been teased half the night, just a slightly sore cock, a sore jaw, sore muscles, and red marks on my wrists.

Sarah, on the other hand, looked like she had been fucked, and fucked hard.And the silk ties were still tied around her ankles.

A little, coy smile on her face, however, indicated that she had thoroughly enjoyed all of it.

In bed, I held Sarah and told her how much I loved sex with her.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I don’t need any thanks,” I told her. She was one incredible lady, a great fuck and it was me that should be thanking her.

“No,” she said. “Thank you for the most wonderful fucking I’ve ever had.”

Again, I tried telling her that she was the one who should be thanked. But Sarah was asleep by then, or at least falling asleep, and I don’t think she ever heard me.

I shut out the light. It was the New Year, and it had started hours before.

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