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Sara

By: Navy_Fox



He stood in the doorway and watched as she moved around the room, her natural grace making her movements into an unwitting seduction. She was cleaning the table. Collecting dirty cups and setting them in the sink, tossing away empty cans and the scattered remains of the pizza they'd eaten. 

She hadn't noticed him. He knew he should move, either alert her to his presence or join the others in the living room. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes from her. She was gorgeous, a tall curvy blond with vivid blue eyes and a lush kissable mouth. 

He'd never met her before, she must be Paul's wife. She had a wedding ring on and this was his house. 

She was wearing a white t-shirt that scooped low on her chest and a jean skirt that barely covered her assets and exposed every inch of her amazing legs. She bent over to pick something up off the floor and he caught his breath as her skirt rode up, revealing the bottom curve of her tight ass. 

She must have heard him because she straightened so abruptly she hit her head on the table with a loud thump. He winced in sympathy and moved into the room as she turned to look at him. She was rubbing the back of her head with one hand and tugging her skirt down with the other.

"Hi I'm Mack," he introduced himself.

She grimaced, partly in pain but he suspected mostly in embarrassment as she took his offered hand. "I'm Sara, Paul's sister."

"I was thinking you must be his wife," he said motioning to her wedding band and then the mess she had been cleaning up.

She grimaced and shook her head. "Paul's wife is visiting her parents and I'm staying with him for a while." She paused, looking uncomfortable and fingering her ring. "I'm going through a divorce."

He smiled at her and when she rubbed the back of her head again and winced, he motioned for her to turn around. "Let me look at that bump on your head," he said. Moving behind her and gently fingering her scalp. "Ouch, you must have hit it pretty hard." He went in the kitchen and opened the freezer. Swiping a bag of frozen peas he went back and held it to the back of her head.

She smiled at him and he felt his stomach drop. She was gorgeous. He leaned in a little closer to her and inhaled, she smelled like vanilla and sugar cookies. She was staring up at him and he felt the tension in the air between them intensifying. 

He could barely breath for the surge of lust that swept through his body, stiffening his cock and making him sway closer to her. She was breathing heavier, her quick inhales pushing her chest out and flushing her skin. 

"Th-thank you, " she managed to stammer, reaching up to take the bag out of his hand. Her fingers landed on top of his and she inhaled sharply. 

Without hesitating he brought his mouth down on hers, pulling her against him from head to toe. The kiss was rough at first, his lips devouring hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth. She hesitantly put her arms around his neck and he lightened it, letting himself explore the exquisite taste of her. He wanted her so badly he ached for it. She moaned into his mouth as his hands moved up her body, exploring her curves and sliding under her shirt. 

She whimpered when he relinquished her lips, sighing with pleasure as he nuzzled and kissed her neck. His hands found the clasp on her bra and released it. He cupped her breasts in his hands and she arched against him. Gently he slid his fingertips over her nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb, making her gasp.

He pushed her shirt up to expose her breasts and licked a trail down her collarbone. Slowly he slid his tongue over one nipple before sucking it into his warm mouth. She moaned and leaned into his mouth, her hands grasping him by the hair, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Do you like that?" he whispered against her heated skin.

"Yes," her answer was nearly lost in another gasp as he renewed his assault on her nipple. 

He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment before working down the smooth plane of her stomach to the top of her skirt. She was leaning against the table and he was kneeling in front of her as he slid his hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up to expose her pink cotton thong. 

He kissed her through the fabric and she jumped underneath him. One hand was wound into his hair and the other was gripping the edge of the table behind her as he slowly slid the wet thong down her legs. She stepped out of it and he slipped the piece of fabric into his pocket. 

Lifting one leg over his shoulder, he kissed her thigh, slowly moving upwards to her glistening slit. For a moment he hovered over it, his breath stirring her senses, making her clutch the table tighter and nearly cry out with anticipation. 

His tongue teased her, and she bucked trying to get him to put his mouth on her. Gently he kissed her swollen clit and then plunged his tongue into her wet heat. She moaned and arched into his mouth as he slid his tongue in and out of her.

He moved up and teased her clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He alternated between licking and sucking, relishing the taste of her and then plunged a finger into her slick passage. She gasped at the feel of his finger penetrating her and fell back onto the table. He felt her climax building as he slid another finger into her. 

Her moans were growing louder, her body shuddering and then she convulsed around him, squeezing his fingers and gushing onto his hand. He lapped at her slit, relishing her taste as she came and pleasure coursed through her. He stayed there until her fingers uncurled from his hair and her legs unlocked from around his neck. 

Slowly he stood up and then stared down at her flushed and sated body. Her legs were still parted and her slit glistened with her come. The little denim skirt was bunched around her waist. Her smooth white stomach was bare and her breasts peeked out from under her bunched up shirt. Her golden hair was in disarray and her eyes still hooded from desire. 

His cock pulsed from where it was still trapped behind his zipper. He moved to unbutton his jeans when a loud cheer went up from the living room and they both started. He saw awareness seep into her face and she started struggling to right her clothes. 

"Oh my God," she whispered, her face scarlet as she hurried to sit up. "I can't believe we did that." 

Sara



Sara brushed her shoulder length blonde hair out of her face as she dismissed the cheerleading team from their practice. They practice their routines on the side of the football field as the football team does its own practice. During the water breaks the guys are always checking out her squad and hanging out with them. At least half of her girls are dating and/or having a wild fling with one or more of them. Several of them remained to wait for their boyfriends to finish practice. For the next hour it won't be uncommon to find couples all over the school making out or having sex.

The 18-year-old high school senior cheerleading captain arranged her uniform as she watched the football team practice. She made her way off the field and up a small, secluded hill. She adjusted her 34D boobs through her blouse as her eyes fell on her boyfriend, Dan, running the ball in for a touchdown in their practice game. Her hands remained on her tits as she thought about how his hard body feels against her as he feels her up. Her nipples began to harden beneath her palms as she started rubbing her chest. As she thought of his muscular chest and abs she could feel her underpants under her cheerleading skirt become soaking wet. She reached down under her skirt and began to rub herself through her undies.

Sara half fell, half laid onto the grass behind a shrub. She lifted her cheerleading skirt and moved her fingers inside her undies. She found her cunt nice and wet and she slipped her fingers inside. She could feel the wetness of her pussy walls as she slid her fingers over them. Although she's an extremely horny girl Sara is still a virgin. She and Dan have done just about everything except intercourse. She thought about the times he's fucked her tits or ate her out. Or how they would dry fuck and she'd cum just from feeling his cock rubbing over her. She laid there on the grass, moving her hips up and down on her fingers. She turned her head to watch the boys practice as she gasped in pleasure. Just last week Dan laid down on this very spot and they 69ed. She still remembers groaning in orgasm as she sucked the cum out of his dick. In a few minutes she was cumming all over her hand. 

Sara sat up as the guys were finishing up their practice. Sara had always decided since Dan first asked her about sex three years ago that she wouldn't let her cherry be popped until she was 18. Last week after her coming of age party she and Dan almost did it but as she took her undies off from under her skirt and Dan climbed on top for his conquest her parents came home by surprise. As it was Dan was barely able to get off of her and zip up his pants before her parents saw them. That was awkward, talking to them for an hour and a half commando under her skirt with her underwear kicked under the sofa. Sara thought about the night with frustration. She really wanted Dan to take her. In fact, why shouldn't she go offer her cunt to him right now? With that decided she went to meet the men as they headed for their locker room.

Dan was one of the last ones to head in. Sara stood at the locker room door with her legs crossed, her arms behind her back, and that innocent little school girl's smile on her face that drove him wild. "Hey Danny," she said with a coy smile, "got a minute?"

Dan told his buddy to go on ahead and he walked by her into the locker room while turning his face to check her out. Sara dropped her arms to her side and slowly walked up to her man. Her smile changed to a seductive one, telling Dan exactly what she wanted a minute for. He sputtered as she came up to him, pressing her body into his and kissed him. "You know, I've always said that I had no intention of being screwed until I was legal. Weeeellllll, last week a certain girl's birthday came and went. And right now I'm as horny as a toad. So why don't we go find a private spot and you get around to poppin' that little cherry o' mine?"

With that she took him by the hand and led him away. They started scouring the school for a private spot. They finally found it in the wrestling room. With the floors and walls padded it was ideal for a rough fuck. Dan stuck his hand underneath her skirt and realized just how horny she was from her soaked undies. Sara frantically pulled his T-shirt off of him as she kissed him repeatedly and he massaged her tits through her cheerleading blouse. She threw the shirt to the floor and fell to her knees in front of him. She tugged both his Umbro workout shorts and boxers down, revealing his cock, already half hard. 

Sara licked the shaft from the base to the head. She took one of his balls into her mouth and gently rolled it over her tongue. She took his member in her mouth and began sucking on it with gusto. As she felt him growing harder in her mouth she ran her hands up and down his muscular chest and the six-pack of his abdomen. He rested his hands in her hair, hoping to ensure that she didn't stop until he climaxed. And climax he did. Sara reached around to grab his muscular ass as she began to suck his baby making juice out of him. It was almost too much for her to swallow but somehow she managed. When he was finished shooting his load she slowly let his penis fall out of her mouth, looked up at him, and gave a small smile as she licked her lips. She then stood up and kissed him, letting him taste his semen in her mouth.

As they kissed she moved one leg behind his and suddenly tripped him without any warning. He fell flat on his back and lifted his head to stare at his girl. She lifted her skirt up and tugged her underwear down. She let them fall to her ankles then kicked them away. She then stood over him with one leg on either side of his stomach. She dropped to her knees and smiled down at his bewildered face. She then walked on her knees until she was positioned properly then fell onto his face. Her cunt fell directly onto his mouth as her skirt covered his whole head. She could feel his mouth clamp onto her vagina and his tongue began probing her depths. As his tongue violated her she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off along with her bra. Her tits swung free and she began to massage them, driving herself to an even greater frenzy. 

As his tongue licked her pussy walls she worked herself up to a new climax very quickly. Soon she could feel her pussy walls contracting around his tongue and the cum began spilling out of her. Dan began gagging under her blouse as he struggled to swallow it. She lifted her cunt off of his mouth and went to her hands and knees and climbed down so that their faces were level. His face was soaked with her juices. "Oh, poor baby," she cooed, "you have cum all over your face. Let me help you with that."

And so with very slow motions she began licking his face clean. Each lick would be followed with several hot, urgent kisses. She lifted her body up so that only her hard nipples were very lightly brushing against his chest. As she licked she unbuttoned her skirt with one hand and one leg at a time she slid it down and off. Naked above him on her hands and knees she knew she was ready to be taken. She finished licking her cum off of him and rolled over so she was lying next to him on the mat. She spread her legs and invited him with the look in her eyes. He rolled on top of her, his member ready to penetrate her. She was gasping from the anticipation and thrust her hips up slightly to present her hole to him. She started rasping, "Do it. Mount me. Take me. Fuck me. Mount your virgin. Fuck your innocent little virgin!"

He smiled down at her as he positioned his cock and with one smooth motion he tore into her. She felt the flash of pain that meant that his cock was tearing through her. She could feel her walls squeezing his member as it violated her cunt. She gritted her teeth in pain as he started to slowly thrust into her. Sara could feel her hard nipples brush across his chest as his body moved along hers. Soon the pain vanished and only pleasure remained. Dan gradually began to thrust faster. Soon he was going all out, pushing his cock into her as far as he can make it go. She reached up and began to play with her tits as she raised her hips to meet his thrusts with some of her own. His hand reached down and under her to grab her ass and guide her actions. However, just as she was beginning to get worked up she could feel a sudden warmth inside of her. For a moment she couldn't figure out what it was but then Dan pulled out of her.

"That's it?! That's my first time?!" she asked in fury as Dan just gave her a satisfied smile. He began to get up to get his clothes. Sara got up first and pushed him back down. She straddled his chest, preventing him from getting up. Her cum and his was being smeared across his chest and belly. "Listen little boy," she growled angrily looking down at his shocked face, "you might've cheated on me with that slut Rachel last year but this is my first time and you're not leaving until you have given me a decent screw. I don't care how many times you have to cum into me."

She came down and kissed him. His hands reached around to squeeze her ass as she came up and began to offer him each of her tits one by one to suckle on. She moved her cunt up and down onto his long, hard rod. He was sucking her nipple while trying to take as much of her tit as possible into his mouth. Sara could feel her flesh impact his as she moves his cock in and out of her. She sat up and continued humping as she looked down at his muscular chest. She began to play with her tits as her body bounced up and down on his rod. Then the climax came and Sara's cunt started cumming onto a cock for the first time in her life.

Dan could feel his girl's pussy walls squeezing his member and knew that she had climaxed. He was also tired of being dominated by his slut. So he sat up and used his strength to throw her off of him and onto the mat next to him. She gave him a submissive look as he grabbed her shoulders and turned her over onto her stomach. He kneeled above her and pulled her hips up so she was on her hands and knees. He could see the Band-aid on her thigh that was the result of a fall during cheerleading practice today. 

He mounted her again and began to fuck as fast as he could. Sara began to shout, "Oh God! Oh God," over and over as his cock tore into her. He was screwing her instead of making love and she liked it. Sara discovered then that her biggest turn-on is having a guy treat her as nothing but a sex object. The thought of him seeing her as a piece of meat made her cunt begin to give a ton of juice. Her mouth was open in a silent gasp as he filled her cunt with his baby-making juice. Dan held her by the hips, pulling her into him, making her accept his seed.

When he was done he pulled out and let her fall to the floor in a heap. Sara propped herself up on one arm as she brushed her hair out of the way with the other. She smiled up at her mate as he got dressed again. She got to her feet and gave him a goodbye kiss before he left. She then gathered up her cheerleading uniform and put it back on. As she left the room there was a definite bounce in her step. A small voice in the back of her mind was regretting the fact that she didn't use birth control. That regret was profound nine months later as she gave birth to her new son. 



Sara



This story is fiction, based on real people and real events in my life. It takes place in the pre-broadband era, ca. 1993.

*

Sara was a little butch, you know?

I don't mean she was a bull dyke, or anything, and I don't want to be thought of as judgmental about it. It's just that she had this disdain for men, dressed like a man, and generally just did not seem to radiate any femininity at all. She was also a little on the plump side, but overall not bad-looking. Even cute, in a strange sort of way.

Well, she and I were co-leads on a sizable computer project in a large IS department. We worked well enough together, even if the relationship was awfully formal. Then disaster struck, and things changed dramatically.

It was a Monday, and we had an implementation scheduled for the following weekend. That morning we heard the word - the contract firm that supplied the 4 programmers under us had gotten into a row with the head of our department, and had pulled all four of their contractors out that morning. That was a really stupid thing to do, because that firm will never do business with our agency again. Still, it left us understaffed and without time to train anyone new.

It was just Sara and me, and a couple of bodies we could co-opt to do grunt work. We were in for a loooong week.

Well, we were working 18-hour days and making great progress, when we got slammed again. Some idiots at the city power company took out the main downtown grid, no notice to anyone, and shut off the lights. Everything was dark. That was Friday evening, down to just Sara and me; and, even though we had the end in our sites, we had a solid day's worth of work still to do.

Fortunately - and this was the only silver lining - the mainframe we were working on was not downtown. It was at a data complex in another city. Since we had computers and modems at home, it wouldn't be that bad.

"Sara," I said, "I just want to make an offer here. I have two computers at home, and two phone lines. You're welcome to come work at my place, since we sort of need to be in the same room at the same time."

She hesitated. "Okay," she finally said. She had seen the logic in the offer, I suppose.

We drove to my home - separately - and got busy. It actually worked out pretty well, since I could set up my computers at the kitchen table, and we could talk to each other without yelling over a few cubicle walls.

About 2am, she started nodding off. I walked around to her side of the table and touched her arm. She jumped as if shot.

"Just me," I said as soothingly as I could. "You fell asleep."

She grumbled something unintelligible. I assumed she was arguing with me.

"Get on the couch," I commanded. When she resisted, I got very firm. "On the couch. You're not doing us any good right now, and if you're this tired you might screw something up. Get some sleep."

She glared at me, but it was a half-hearted glare. She was genuinely tired, and I suspect she was more than happy to lie down. She stretched out on the couch. I got a spare pillow and a blanket, and got her situated. "Aren't you the domestic one," she mumbled, and started snoring.

I sat at my terminal, started a job, and then dropped into my recliner. I figured a few minutes rest would be all that I needed.

I awoke at 9am to the smell of fresh coffee.

I was a little disoriented. I lived alone, and had for three years, since my wife died. I got up and saw Sara at the table.

"Hi," she said, sounding chipper and a little nervous. "I took the liberty of making some coffee."

"No, no, that's great," I said - or rather slurred. I'm not much good without my morning caffeine. "How long have you been up?"

"About an hour," she replied.

I excused myself to the bathroom. When I came back, there was coffee poured and waiting. Sara gave me a rundown on how things were going. All in all, we were doing well. I fixed us some breakfast, and we ate as we worked.

Suddenly, I chuckled in spite of myself.

"What's so funny?" Sara demanded.

"Nothing," I replied. "It's just... well, it's been a long time since I had breakfast with a beautiful woman." I instantly regretted saying that.

Sara got a little prickly. "I certainly hope you realize this is strictly business," she said icily.

"Of course," I said. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help reminiscing. My wife and I used to sit in exactly the spots you and I occupy now."

"Oh," she said, softening a little. "So, where is she now?"

I looked at her for a moment, considering. "She died," I finally answered. "Three years ago. She was diagnosed with advanced ovarian cancer one day, and within a month she was dead."

Sara rested her face in her right hand. "I feel like such a bitch," she mumbled.

"Don't," I said. "It was just a pleasant... oh, I don't know. A little rush of nostalgia."

We worked on for a while. Out of the blue, she said, "No one has said that to me in a very long time."

I was concentrating on something at that moment, and I was confused. "I'm sorry? What was that?"

"I said, no one has said anything like that to me in a very long time." She was speaking softly.

I was still confused. "Said what to you?"

"Nothing," she said, blushing.

"No, no, I'm sorry, I really don't get it. Please, tell me," I implored. I hoped I wasn't begging.

"Well," she started, "no one has said the words 'beautiful woman' to refer to me in - well, probably never."

I fought back the urge to take her hand. "Oh, but it's true," I grinned.

Before I could say more, she said, "Well, back to this crap."

About an hour later, she announced, "I think it's working. I think it's working!" We checked her results, and, sure enough, the implementation seemed to be behaving itself.

I came to her side of the table and sat. I entered some information, and it kept working. We appeared to be closing in on the end.

Finally, she exulted, "YES!" and put her arm around me. I turned toward her, and our faces were oh, so close...

...and I kissed her. Gently at first, and with little response; but then she kissed back, and soon we were in a passionate lip lock.

We broke the kiss after a few moments. She blushed and turned away. I went back to my side of the table, and we worked for another half-hour.

Finally I stood and stretched. "Well," I announced, "I have submitted that last batch job. It will run for at least an hour. If you will excuse me, I am going to get a shower. I feel grungy."

"I need one, myself," she said distractedly, still gazing at her screen.

I went into the bathroom and got into the shower stall. I turned the water on, hot but not blistering, and felt the tensions easing.

I heard a tap on the stall door. It opened a little, and there stood Sara. Naked, bath cloth in hand. "Mind if I join you?" she asked meekly. Without waiting for an answer, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

While the water ran over us, we gazed into one another's eyes. Then we allowed our eyes to roam over each other's bodies, taking in the curves, warts, and imperfections, all of it. We embraced and resumed our earlier kiss. We said not a word as we soaped one another's various parts, paying special attention to those that interested us most.

We got out and dried off. As we stood there in yet another embrace, she asked, a trifle theatrically, "Whatever shall we do now?"

"Well," I replied, "I was thinking, if you have no pressing plans this afternoon, we could... oh, I don't know, make love, maybe?"

She put her lips right into my ear and whispered, "Okay."

I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. Now, I'm no neat freak, but I keep my place pretty decent. I had just changed the bedclothes last weekend and hadn't slept in them for more than a few hours since. She dropped her towel and crawled between the sheets. I followed her.

We lay there for a while, just exploring bodies, touching, rubbing, kissing, enjoying. She really did have a nice body, plump though it was. Nice firm breasts, sensitive nipples, wispy pubic hair.

We kissed again and again, our tongues playing tag, our bodies molding themselves to one another. I gently squeezed her breasts, playing with her nipples, delighted with how she moaned every time I caressed them. I moved my head into position and suckled like a little baby. She was definitely hot.

I moved a little further south, kissing the flat of her abdomen, then moved lower. She arched, and I found myself looking directly at her pussy. I planted a kiss on those lips as well.

"Are you... going... to eat me?" she gasped.

"Well," I replied, inserting my tongue and removing it a couple of times, "I thought I might." With that, I stuck my tongue in as far as I could, and found her pleasure pearl. She writhed as though in pain.

"So good," she moaned, "so good..."

I went to work in earnest. I used my best technique -- rusty though it was -- and within a few minutes she was gasping in orgasmic delight. She didn't scream, I was happy to hear.

"Incredible," was all she could say, after a few minutes. I had repositioned myself next to her.

"You sure are," I said, idly massaging her right breast.

When she recovered a little, she sat up and began nervously moving south to my member. She sniffed, and put her tongue on it. "You've never done this before, have you?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "Never really had a chance."

"Don't do anything that makes you uncomfortable," I told her.

"When you come, there's a lot of gooey semen. Right?" she asked.

"Correct."

"And I'm supposed to swallow it?" She was definitely nervous at this point.

"Sara, I told you, don't do anything that you don't feel right about," I reassured her.

"Just warn me, okay?" She took as much as she could into her mouth, and sucked diligently.

When I felt my time getting close, I said, "Sara, you'd better stop."

She immediately stopped and lay beside me again. I kissed her deeply, and moved into position over her. Her legs parted as though by instinct, and I sank into her in one quick motion.

"Ahh," she gasped, "you fill up... all the right places... feels good..."

I began to move in and out slowly, gently, and picked up speed. She began to gasp in that orgasmic way of hers, signaling that she was near. I picked up the pace, and as she erupted in quiet ecstasy again, I filled her insides with as much spunk as I had.

Afterward, as was my habit when my wife was alive, I took a hand towel and tucked it gently under her nether parts, so she wouldn't experiencing a 'wet spot'. We lay there, her head on my shoulder, enjoying the sweet afterglow of much-needed loving. She gave a deep, shuddering sigh.

We'd been laying there quietly for several minutes, when she spoke. "Tell me," she said, "people at work think I'm a dyke, don't they?"

"Some do, " I said. "I'm obviously not one of them. Especially not now," I chuckled.

She repositioned herself and said, "I'm serious. You did think so before, didn't you?"

I shrugged. "Not really. None of my business, anyway. I guess I figured that if you were, it was a waste of a perfectly cute woman, as far as men go."

She scowled. "Cute? Come on, I can't believe that. That 'beautiful' crack this morning - if I hadn't been so starved for attention, I probably would have walked out on you right then. Maybe I should now. I hate being lied to," she finished, sitting upright as if to get out of bed.

I grabbed her arm, gently so as not to appear threatening. "Sara, when I said 'beautiful' and 'cute', I meant it. I didn't want to get into this - I still don't, really - but you remind me of my wife a little."

"You mean she was a fat slob, too?" She was definitely back into hostile mode, but she didn't shake my arm off.

"No," I said, "she wasn't a fat slob, and neither are you. Don't give me that shit. Listen, a year before she died, Diana was about your size. I loved her the way she was. If you don't believe me," I continued, releasing her arm, "go open the closet. I still have her old clothes. Go on, see for yourself."

She looked at me for a moment, then arose and padded over to the closet. I heard a small gasp as she pulled outfit after outfit that would have fit her perfectly. "These are beautiful," I heard her saying softly. She turned, holding one up to her. "These are some of the prettiest things I've ever seen."

She was silent for a moment, then came and sat on the bed. "She had very good taste, didn't she? In clothes and in men."

I smiled. "My turn to say 'thank you.' Anyway, yes, her taste in clothing was quite good."

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "There are smaller things in there, too. Did she get big, or get small?"

"About a year before she died, " I said, "she decided she had to lose the weight. She started visiting the gym three times a week, and eating a high-fiber diet. The weight started pouring off of her. We thought she had found a 'magic bullet' of some sort."

"It was the cancer, wasn't it?" Sara asked.

"It ate her insides," I replied. "But the cancer alone didn't get her. She was stubborn. She stopped having periods about that time, and I stayed on her ass to go to the doctor. Only when she woke up one morning about 4 am, unable to bear the pain in her belly, did she allow me to take her to the ER. Her doctor told me she might have made it, if she had come in six months earlier. But, she didn't care about herself that much. In a way, I guess she didn't care about me, either, or maybe she would've. I don't think about it that way. It would kill me.

"The good news, " I concluded, "is that it prevented her from conceiving. We wanted kids - I did, at least - but that shit had been working on her for a long time, and we just didn't know it."

"You're awfully matter-of-fact about all of this," she said, wiping a tear.

Again I shrugged. "I don't know what good it would do to get upset. I've moved on with my life. I miss her, to be sure - but she's gone. It is as it is. Nowadays, I really miss having a warm body in bed with me." I took her hand and smiled. "That was as much a part of our lovemaking as my own orgasm was."

She blushed. After a moment she scooted over next to me, looked me in the eye and said, "So you think I'm cute? Really?"

"I wouldn't have said it, otherwise."

"I guess I've tried to make myself unattractive to men. I haven't had a lot of luck along those lines," she said, a trifle bitterly. I waited, and she continued. "I was a little on the chubbins side in high school. All my girlfriends were getting their cherries popped around me, and I was the lone holdout. None of the guys wanted to be with me."

She stopped and dabbed another tear. I had uncorked repressed resentments and sorrow, and I decided just to let her unburden herself.

She composed herself a bit, and said, "In college I started to lose the baby fat. Finally. In my sophomore year I finally had a date with a stud. He was on the basketball team. I let him seduce me on our first date. It was pretty much wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. I was in the bathroom cleaning up, and I heard him, on the phone -- on my phone - telling some of his shit friends he had nailed me on the first date, and so he won the bet. I never let him know I knew. I just showed him out, sat down with a tub of ice cream, and told the world to go get fucked."

I suspected she had cried that night, because she was doing so now. I lay back, and pulled her into a reclining position with me. She buried her face in my shoulder and sobbed. I rubbed her head, her back, her butt. She threw one of her legs over mine.

After a few moments, the crying subsided. "So," I said, gently, "leaking from both ends, now, are we?"

She lifted her head and looked at me quizzically. I answered the unasked question. "Your eyes and your pussy. They're leaking all over me."

She stared for a moment. "It's a joke, silly," I said, and kissed her square on the lips.

That broke the tension. She laughed for a moment, and put her head back on my shoulder.

We were silent for a time. Then, she very timidly asked, "So, was I pretty good?"

"The best," I answered. "I enjoyed you thoroughly. Wouldn't mind doing so again."

She rolled onto her back, pulled my face close to hers, and kissed me very tenderly. "Then have some more," she murmured. "Have as much as you want."

And I did.

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Epilogue

This all happened about fifteen years ago. We began seeing each other regularly. She asked to try on some of my late wife's clothes, which were decidedly feminine. She asked if she could have some of them; I told her she could, but they had to stay with the house.

She got the hint. She moved in within a month.

To say a bomb went off at work would be an understatement. As George Carlin once said, "Caught them cats nappin', man."

Life, as they say, is gooood. I never thought I could replace Diana, and I know I never really will; but Sara has carved out her own separate niche in my heart. She became my wife, and has given me three beautiful children. We have a terrific life together.

We make love at the drop of a panty, and she's forever making our sex life interesting. I know she loves me, and that counts for more than I can explain.

And she makes a dress look spectacular.



Sara



"Three dollars please," said the young female clerk as she handed me my coffee.

I gave her a five and told her to keep the change. As I turned and headed toward the exit I came to a sudden stop. Not realizing there was someone directly behind, I nearly ran over a very pretty young woman who had obviously been waiting in line patiently for her turn. 

Lucky for me the lid on my coffee held tight and not a drop was spilled on either one of us. The young lady's coffee wasn't so fortunate. It went sailing through the air landing about some ten feet away from us. The cup exploded on impact. 

"I'm so very sorry," I told the young blonde. "I guess I should look where I'm going." 

She laughed and said, "You may have done me a favor. I've been meaning to cut back!"

"Tell you what," I said, "You can start your sabbatical from coffee tomorrow because right now it would be my pleasure if you would allow me to buy you another drink and join me at that table right over there." I pointed to a table for two over by the large picture window facing the street. 

She glanced at her watch and said, "I've got some time to kill, why not."

I got her fresh cup of coffee and joined her at the table. She was a very attractive young woman. I'm guessing early thirty, blonde hair, green eyes, and a wholesome sexy smile. When I noticed the wedding band on her left hand it was as if the wind had suddenly deserted my sails. Why were all the pretty ones always married I wondered.

I broke the ice by introducing myself. I offered my hand and said, "I'm Ben Stephens from Des Moines."

She took my hand and shook it firmly and said, "I'm Sara Green from Sacramento." 

I quickly learned that Sara was a stay at home mom and was enjoying a rare day out of the house by herself. Her husband was in the military and away on training for the next 2 weeks and her mother had taken their kids for the day so she could go shopping. She asked me what brought me half the way across the country and I told her I was a sales rep and was in town calling on a couple of clients. 

"It must be nice to travel around the country and get paid to do it."

"People tend to think that way but it can be a lonely existence especially in a town like this," I said.

"You don't like Sacramento?" she teased.

"No, it's not that," I told her. "This is my first trip here and I don't know anyone, don't know my way around. It's like being the new kid in town, I'm sure my next trip here will be much better."

"So you're coming back?" she asked.

"Yep," I replied. "As of January 1, the great state of California is now part of my territory."

We traded small talk for a while and I soon learned Sara Collins was twenty eight and born and raised in Sacramento. She once worked as secretary in a doctor's office but when the kids came along she gave it up. She and her husband Roy had been high school sweethearts before getting married. 

"How long have you and Roy been married," I asked.

"Do you mean happy years, or total years?" she asked with a frown.

I was sorry I had asked the question now but it seemed too late to turn back.

"Maybe you should decide," I smiled. Hoping she would recall the happy years and we could move on. But that didn't happen. 

"Roy and I have been married ten years. We got married right after we graduated high school. The first couple of years were great. But when the children came along everything changed. For the last few years it's been less than perfect. He's lived in his world which consists of the military and his Army buddies, and I live in mine. We're more like roommates than a married couple."

I wasn't sure what to say but empathy seemed to be my best option

"I'm sorry to hear that Sara. I think everyone has the right to be happy."

From the look on her face I could see I hadn't accomplished my goal so I decided to tell her about my own misfortunes. 

"I had a marriage similar to yours once," I told her. "After six years it was obvious there was no saving it so my ex-wife and I decided to call it quits before we destroyed each other. It was the best thing that ever happened to either one of us. She's happily remarried to a wonderful guy named Jim and I'm happy and single. Of course there weren't any children to contend with which made the split must easier."

A look of relief seemed to appear on Sara's youthful face. I'm not sure if it was because I could relate to her situation, or the fact that I was single. I got the feeling she was glad I was single. 

Sara immediately became more talkative and our conversation became a lot more personal. Most of what she told me made her blush but somehow she either wanted to tell me, or needed to tell me. I soon learned Roy was her first and only love, and the only man she had ever slept with. I wasn't sure if I found that shocking or peculiar. I did find it interesting to say the least. She went on to say it had been well over a year since she and Roy had been intimate. 

For the first time during our conversation Sara became somewhat animated as she told me of her girlfriends' sex lives. She blushed continuously as she described their wild romps which included oral sex and various positions. One couple had even tried anal sex. Sara said when she and Roy did have sex it was quick with no foreplay. 

About an hour into our conversation Sara excused herself and headed off to the powder room. I didn't get a good look at her during our ill-fated meeting but I was getting a good look now. The dress she wore clung to her and accentuated her trim figure. It fell mid-thigh showing off a great pair of legs. She had fairly large breasts, and a very shapely ass. It seemed strange to me that a man could live in the same house with Sara and not want to fuck her brains out on a daily basis. 

When Sara returned from the powder room if was obvious she had touched up her hair and make-up. As we continued to talk I realized how striking Sara was. And much to my surprise I was beginning to get the feeling this was leading to more than just coffee. Sara was getting that I want to fuck you look on her face and it was definitely transmitting to me. 

The more Sara talked the more it became clear she was very inexperienced in the ways of sex. I was sure the list of things she hadn't experienced would easily out number the list of things she had tried. I did admire her though for being able to speak so candidly about her sex life. 

As our conversation began to stall I figured it was probably time for me to make plans to go back to my room and get ready for a night of pizza and television when Sara nonchalantly took my hand, looked me in the eye and said, "Ben, if I told you I wanted you to whisk me away and make wild passionate love to me for the rest of the afternoon what would you say?"

Normally I would have done one of two things; looked around the room for cameras to see if I was being a set-up for one of those kooky reality shows, or get up and run like hell for the door. But the way she held my hand and the look in her eyes told me this was the real thing. 

Still holding Sara's hand and without saying a single word, I slowly stood up and gently pulled her toward the door. I could feel her trembling as we walked down the street. I had the feeling that this was the most risqué thing she had ever done in her life. And to be honest with you it was right up there at the top of my list too. I had been propositioned by women before but never by an inexperienced sex starved young lady in a coffee shop in the middle of the day. 

As we headed down the street Sara walked close to me, her shoulder pressed against my side like school girls do when they walk with there steadys down high school hallways. And I have to tell you it was a big turn-on for me. Here shoulder length hair was blowing freely in the wind and the enticing scent of her perfume was drifting up and filling the air around me. I was beginning to feel like a high school jock all over again.

As we neared the Hampton Inn I pointed to it and told her that was where I was staying. As we entered through the sliding glass doors I could sense her anxiety. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had jerked her hand free and bolted. But as we walked down the hallway to the elevators her grip became much stronger. I took it as a sign of determination. This was the day Sara Green was going to conquer the sexual urges that had been haunting her for so long.

As we approached room 407 I began to fumble for the room key. My nerves were beginning to fail me and Sara must have sensed it. Still fumbling for the key she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me what may have been the most passionate kiss I've ever received. Her lips were warm and tender, her mouth was moist and her tongue swirled through my mouth as if it were a magic serpent. And while I really enjoyed the kiss it only made my search for the elusive plastic card that much more difficult.

"If you kiss me like that again I can't be responsible for what happens right here in the hallway," I told her with a smile. 

A smile came across her blushing face as she slowly removed her hands for around my neck and stood silently like a small child waiting for further instructions. 

Perseverance finally paid off and I quickly opened the door. 

After entering the room Sara gave me another long hot, wet kiss and headed for the bathroom. I kicked off my shoes and stripped down to my boxers and hopped onto the bed. When Sara came out of the bathroom fully dressed I felt a bit embarrassed. Maybe I had read this all wrong. Hell, maybe she had changed her mind. But those thoughts soon faded as she unzipped her dress and wiggled out of it. The white silk panties she was wearing were French cut and sheer, and clung too her creating a slight camel toe. Her matching white bra seemed to struggle to hold her breasts in place. The rest of her body appeared flawless. Her stomach was flat and lean and she had long muscular legs. And when Sara finally removed her bra revealing those incredible breasts my cock began to stir. They were firm and stood way up high. Her areolas were dark and her nipples were erect begging for attention. 

With nothing on but her panties and a blushing smile Sara climbed onto the bed and eased her body next to mine. With our arms wrapped around each other we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. When she finally pulled free she rolled to her side and placed a hand on my chest and rested her head on my shoulder.

Sara was the first to break the silence. "I have to ask you something. Do you think I'm some kind of crazy slut for asking you to bring me here?"

"Not at all I," I assured her. "I think you're a lonely woman in need of love and affection. I'm just glad to be the lucky guy you chose to spend the afternoon with."

"I've thought about this day many times over the last couple of years but never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine it would really happen. In fact I still can't believe I'm here with a man I barely know in a hotel room fixing to make love." 

I kissed Sara again and gently let my hand glide up and down her back. As we continued to kiss I was surprised when her hand began to creep down my chest and stomach and methodically work its way under the waistband of my boxers. Her fingers slid through my pubic hair and gently made their way to my cock. We continued to kiss and nibble at each other as Sara's fingers lightly skimmed up and down the length of my pulsating shaft. I could feel a hint of hesitation in her touch. It was as if she was touching a cock for the very first time. Surly she had touched her husband's cock, hadn't she? 

As we continued to kiss I run my hand over her left breast. It was very firm and her skin soft and tender and warm to my touch. As my fingers playfully caressed her nipple Sara grasped my cock and began to stroke it. I moved my hand to her other breast as she continued her somewhat naïve assault on my willing member.

As I kissed my way down Sara's stomach toward her panty covered treasure my movement forced her to release my cock. With one swift motion I positioned my self between her legs and with my hands on her thighs I nudged her legs apart with my head and nibbled at her silk covered pussy. No sooner than I began I felt her hands grasped my head and she pushed me away. 

I looked up and Sara was blushing noticeably. 

"What is it honey?" I asked as I slowly assumed a sitting position. 

Her face was beet red and she was barely able to speak. "I've never had anyone do that to me before. You know down there." 

"If it makes you uncomfortable and you want me to stop its okay," I assured her.

"I'm not sure," she said with a hint of hesitation in her voice. "It's just a little embarrassing that's all."

"Sara, nothing we do in this bed should be embarrassing," I assured her.

My words must have reassured her because Sara raised her hips and slowly began to push her panties and down her legs. As she tossed them onto the floor she parted her legs willingly and raised her knees giving me total access to her freshly shaved pussy. I eagerly pushed my face between her thighs once again. With my hands resting on either side of her stomach I let my tongue float up and down the very warm and tender lips of her amazingly wet pussy. As my tongue pushed and parted her moist lips I could taste her sweet subtle juices. When my tongue found its way to her hidden pearl I felt her shiver. I pulled the delicate hood back and gently swirled my tongue over her shiny engorged clit. 

"Oh God, that feels so good, don't stop," Sara cried out as she placed her hands on either side of my head and pulled me into her. 

As I continued my gentle attack on her clit I inserted a finger in to her pussy. God was she so wet and warm on the inside. Slowly I began to slide my finger in and out of her hot little cunt. She shuddered slightly and grasped my head tighter as I pushed a second finger into her. I could feel her pussy contract and squeeze my fingers tightly and I sensed Sara was about to cum as I pumped my fingers deep inside her. And I was right. Suddenly she arched her hips high and bucked upward three or four times before freezing in mid air momentarily. She gave out a long soft sigh and quickly collapsed down onto the bed. I pulled my love coated fingers from her pussy, and gently licked her swollen lips savoring her taste one last time before removing myself from between her thighs and lying down beside her.

Once Sara had regained her composure she rolled over and placed the upper half of her body across my chest. Without hesitation she kissed me ingesting her juices that still lingered on my lips and in my mouth.

"God, I can't believe how good that felt," Sara said with a coy look on her face. "I can't believe what I've been missing."

"The pleasure was all mine," I told her with a smile.

"Ben, this isn't easy for me to say, she said blushing once again. "Ben, I want you to fuck me anyway you want to."

My cock was about to exploded with anticipation. The thought of being engulfed by Sara's warm little cunt had me mesmerized. I rolled her over onto her stomach and instinctively she positioned herself on all fours. Hopefully this was one of those new positions she longed to try. As she lowered her head to the bed and arched her backside into the air I was afforded a view of her obtruding labia and the brown puckered opening to her forbidden zone. I stroked my cock a couple of times and slid it up and down the cheeks of her ass before letting it drift down to her velvety lips where her warm juices coated the head of my throbbing member. As I pushed against her soft cum-coated opening her cunt slowly sucked my cock inside. Her pussy was like heaven. Warm and juicy, and wrapped around my throbbing cock like a tight fitting glove. 

As I pushed my cock deeper, she began to move with me pushing back as I quickened my pace. As I continued to thrust harder and deeper into her love tunnel I ran my hands up and down her back spontaneously. When she raised her head I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled it tight as she began to buck wildly and flay her head from side to side moaning inaudible words of passion. Soon my cock was hitting the bottom of her tight little cunt as I plunged recklessly harder and deeper with each stroke. 

"Oh Goddamn, fuck me Ben, deeper, harder baby," Sara moaned. 

And I obliged her. Still gripping her hair as if I was pulling the reins on a wild mount, I continued to ram her pussy hard and deep, slapping my balls against her ass. 

"You like to be fucked from behind don't you baby," I said with a muffled groan.

A long bellowing "fuck," was all she could manage before her pussy exploded contracting tightly around my pulsating cock.

As my balls began to ache I knew I was fixing to cum too. Soon my cock erupted, shooting most of my load inside her. As I pulled out of her cum flooded cunt I let the remaining liquid drip onto her backside. I slowly milked my cock until every last drop of cum had oozed out. As I massaged my man lotion into the warms cheeks of her ass, Sara brought her right hand to her quivering pussy, dragging her fingers over her creamy lips coating them with my freshly deposited cum. Exhausted we both collapsed onto the bed. As Sara lay quietly beside me, one by one she licked each finger clean. 

I was hoping for another round of love making when Sara said she should probably be going. I was disappointed but I wasn't about to let it show. 

She gathered up her clothes and went to bathroom to get dressed. When she returned she looked relaxed and satisfied. 

"Ben, I don't know what to say. It was great and you made me feel very special," she said with a smile.

"Sara, you are a very special woman and you made me feel very special too." 

We walked to the door and held each other and shared one last kiss. As I opened the door and she started to walk through it she paused and handed me a piece of paper.

After closing the door I opened the note and it had her name and number on it. It also had "thanks for such a lovely afternoon," Sara.



Sara



Like a previous story, this erotic encounter took place in the Scottish Highlands. This time I was on my own, on a four-day trek north of Kintail. I reached the bothy about 4 pm after a ten-mile hike across pathless moorland, and was pleased to find no-one else in residence. Not that I'm antisocial, but there's something special about spending the night in the middle of nowhere miles from the nearest person. That wasn't to say that no-one would turn up later, but contrary to popular myth the hills are not stuffed with Swedish girls – it would more likely be a couple of Glaswegian lads stuffed with Tennants lager.

[For those unenlightened, a bothy is an unlocked, un-wardened shelter in the hills, providing a dry and midge-free place to sleep, but usually little else.]

The day was hot and sunny and I was sweaty and tired. I made a mug of tea and sat outside listening to the silence. There was just enough of a breeze to keep the midges away. After a while I spied a figure in the distance, making its way slowly up the glen towards me. Oh well, at least it was just one person. We could sit and chat and discuss walks we had done and hills we had climbed. As the figure got nearer I saw that it was female, a small female carrying a large rucksack. Even better – I like women, on the whole.

She came up to the bothy and swung her sack off her shoulders with a grin. 'Hi, what a beautiful day!'

The woman was petite – barely five foot, I reckoned – but fit and wiry. Her face and bare arms and legs were tanned, her short spiky hair sunbleached. I guessed from the lines in her face that she was at least twice as old as me – I'm 23 – it's hard to tell with these outdoor types. But her smile was infectious and her blue eyes very attractive. She wore zipped-off shorts and a base-layer top. I detected the outline of a sports bra, although her bust was pretty small. Not bad, I thought, if you go for the older woman.

'Want a cup of tea?' I said. 'The water's still hot.'

'I could murder a cup.' She held out a small hand, rather self-consciously. 'I'm Sara.'

I introduced myself, and, formalities out of the way, we fell to chatting about routes, views, weather - the usual walkers' topics. She got another chair from inside and we sat drinking tea companionably in the sunshine. (Contrary to popular myth again, it is sometimes hot and sunny in Scotland.) She was an experienced walker and climber and had explored the majority of the British Isles and done quite a bit in Europe too. She mentioned a first Alpine trip in the sixties and I increased my estimate of her age. She also told me a little about her kids – four boys, the oldest well past university. I discovered that she lived with her husband about 30 miles from me.

'Phew, I'm sweaty,' she said. 'Time for a bath.'

'What? Is there a bath here?'

Sara laughed. 'About half a mile thataway – there's a pool with a waterfall – it's perfect. Be cold, though.' She picked up her rucksack. 'I'll spread my bag out and sort out some clean clothes. What about you?'

'Um, yes, I'm up for a wash. Lead me to it.'

There's nothing quite like bathing in a mountain stream, cold or not, as long as you can dry off afterwards. And doing it in the company of a female is even better. I wondered if she would keep her undies on. We spread our thermarests and sleeping bags in the loft – on opposite sides, to be polite – and unpacked spare clothing. I hadn't brought a towel, to keep weight down, and trusted on using my T-shirt to dry myself. I did, however, have a sliver of soap.

Sara led the way up a side valley to a little canyon where the stream cascaded into a clear pool about ten metres across. There was a patch of short grass next to the water. It was a magical place, which you wouldn't know about from a distance. I couldn't help exclaiming with delight.

The woman began to strip off her clothes without hesitation. Politely I avoided looking at her (yeah, if you believe that you'll believe anything), and started to undress myself. I turned round to catch a flash of naked buttocks as she dived into the water – small and firm, they were. Sara surfaced with a yelp and began to splash around.

'Is it cold?' I was down to my pants now and she was looking at me challengingly.

'You bet! But it's great. Come on in!'

I bared myself and dived in. Fucking hell, it was cold, and I couldn't help shouting as she had done when I came up. But once you got used it the water was exhilarating. After a splash around we sat on rocks near the edge, with a decent separation between us, and soaped ourselves down. I cast surreptitious glances. Sara's body was wiry and muscular without a trace of fat. Four children didn't seem to have taken its toll on her figure. Her breasts were small and conical, and her nipples big, dark and hard – probably from the cold. Is it just that nipples always look bigger on small breasts? 

We went back in and washed off the soap, splashed around a bit more, but the water temperature was having its effect and by mutual consent we got out and lay on the turf in the sun. My balls had retracted well indoors with the cold and my cock had shrunk to a little worm. Not an impressive sight for a woman, but Sara had her eyes shut anyway. This gave me a chance to inspect her at leisure. Her stomach was flat and her hipbones and pubic mound prominent, topped with a tuft of blonde hair. Really not a bad body for her age – for any age, in fact. I felt my cock start to swell back to normal size, and then beyond. I closed my eyes and willed it to go down, without success – in fact that only made it harden to an impressive length and girth. 

I heard Sara chuckle. 'No lasting damage, I see!'

I looked at her – she was leaning on one elbow inspecting me. 'Sorry.'

'Why sorry? I'm just wondering if that's for me or if you were thinking about your girlfriend.'

'Um ... not a girlfriend.'

She crawled over to me, grinning. 'In that case, it must be for me ...'

Her small cool hand grasped my cock and it swelled even more. She swung her leg across and straddled my hips, and held my cock vertical, then pushed it between her pussy lips and sat down on me. She was tight and hot inside, in contrast with her cool skin. To my amazement she took my entire length in one stroke, until her buttocks touched my thighs. Where did she put it? She was a petite woman and I am larger than average. Then I remembered that she had had four children – there was obviously a lot of capacity there, although she had tightened up very nicely.

Sara put her hands on my chest and rode me powerfully, lifting right up until just the head of my cock was still gripped in her pussy, then plunging back down to sheath my whole column in her hotness. Her eyes flashed and her mouth opened and she grunted with excitement. I could feel her grinding her pubes against mine, stimulating her clitoris. I reached up and rubbed my palms against her hard nipples, then gripped her bony hips and helped her to slam down onto me. 

She climaxed easily, and the strong contractions in her cunt triggered off my own climax, which I had been trying to delay. I blasted hot semen deep into her. We pulsed together – Sara flopped down onto my chest and we lay there laughing even as our orgasms continued to throb. I kissed the top of her head – that's how much taller I was.

I began to soften, but she whispered, 'Stay in me,' and gripped me tight with her internal muscles. I hugged her close, listening to her breathing, feeling my cock slowly recover and swell inside her body. Soon, helped by her cunt's massage, I was hard again and ready for more. I rolled her over onto her back and reared above her, and started to pump in and out. Her cunt squelched as the semen squirted out around my cock. Sara locked her ankles around my waist and closed her eyes in bliss. The fact that she was relishing my assault on her petite frame made me redouble my efforts, and I pounded into her as hard as I could, my back arched and sweat dripping from my forehead. She responded by shuddering through an orgasm.

I must have fucked her for about half an hour, through a few more climaxes, and my arms and back were beginning to ache. No matter how hard and deep I plumbed her, she just lapped it up and wanted more. Eventually I couldn't hold back and erupted another flood into her womb. She squeezed me gratefully.

When I had finished pulsing she unhooked her ankles and let her legs flop sideways. I struggled off her and looked at her pussy, now gaping darkly. Cloudy fluids trickled from it onto the grass. Sara pushed herself up on her arms and sat cross-legged, letting her cunt drain.

'Mmm, nothing like sex in the open air, is there?' she grinned.

'That was great,' I said, lost for words. 'You're a ... amazing ...'

'You're not so bad yourself.'

We grinned at each other, and let our eyes roam freely over the other's body. She didn't seem inclined to talk, nor to mind my watching closely as her cunt continued to leak its contents. I could see her examining my cock, wondering when it might be able to perform again. Not too soon, I thought – that last orgasm had been draining. As I observed her small fit frame, I wondered again how old she was. Four grown-up kids – had to be at least fifty, maybe older. Mentally I compared the size of my erection with her body – god, it must have reached up to her ribs almost. How many times had she had sex in her life? How many partners? Were some of them even bigger than I?

To my surprise I felt my cock stir into life again, then swell achingly to full rigor. To be honest I was quite proud of its powers. I sat cross-legged in front of her, sporting my renewed column, flecked with semen. Sara smiled at me and stood up and right in front of me. Her pubic hair was level with my face. Her cunt still dripped. Slowly she sank down, and I let my tongue trace a path up her stomach, between her breasts and up her chin and face. Her aim was good – I slipped between her wide-open labia and sank into her slick, hot innards again.

We hugged tightly, partly to hold ourselves upright. I could feel her nipples digging into my chest. She laid her head against my shoulder and let most of her weight be taken on her pubes where they rested in the angle of my cock. The she started to massage me again, internally. God, her muscles were strong! Decades of exercise, I guessed. It was like being masturbated by several little fists in a bath of warm honey.

I ran my hands over her skin, feeling the muscles rippling underneath. Her cunt massage continued, and after a while she whispered, 'I'm coming again,' and her body shook and trembled in my arms. My cock grew harder, almost painfully so, as she kept on squeezing and clutching it with her insides. I wanted to hump and jerk my hips but her weight prevented it. My balls ached and my cockhead felt as if it would explode. Sara must have sensed my impending climax because she whispered 'Come inside me.' With a great shout I did so, agonisingly.

'Mmm, that's it,' she murmured, continuing to milk me with her cunt, 'empty your balls inside me, give me all your spunk, every last drop, yes, yes, again, again –' as I kept on convulsing even though my balls were drained, as her cunt clutched at me mercilessly.

Finally, however, I couldn't cum any more, and she stopped. We held each other sweatily as I softened and slipped out of her. I felt her cunt disgorge a flood of warm juice over my limp cock.

'Better have another wash,' she chuckled, and got off my lap. We squatted at the edge of the pool and washed our respective sexual organs – Sara had no embarrassment as she faced me and sluiced the sperm out of her pussy, which showed no ill effects from its strenuous exercise. After we were dry I watched her dress – small black panties, no bra, T shirt and thin trousers. I don't care how old she is, I thought, she's one hell of a fuck. 

I was wondering whether she would require a repeat performance later in the evening, one that I might not rise to, but to my mingled relief and regret two more hikers had arrived at the bothy by the time we returned. As there was only one sleeping area, and it was too midgy and cold to stay outside as dusk approached, we spent the evening sipping whisky in companionable chat.

What with the long hike, the strenuous sex and the whisky, I was ready for bed by ten o'clock, and turned in. I was asleep almost instantly. I had been looking forward to enjoying Sara's body again in the morning, once the other two had set off, but to my disappointment, by the time I awoke, she had packed up and gone. Next to my head, however, was a scrap of paper with a phone number ...

***********

Later that year: 

I open the back door of the little house – it's unlocked – and go into the kitchen. Sara appears, her hair damp, a white towel around her bust, as if to prove that she's thoroughly clean after whatever she might have been doing in the night. She leans back against the counter with a smile, and watches silently as I strip off, unhurriedly and casually. My cock is already hard in anticipation, and springs out as I drop my pants. Her smile widens. I pull the towel off her naked body, slim and wiry as ever. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist and my cock automatically finds her already-open pussy. I push her against a cupboard and begin to fuck her.

We've been doing this once a week for a while now. Sara works part-time so I can visit her on a weekday when her husband isn't around. She's not interested in getting romantic, all she wants is what she calls a 'PPR', a 'purely physical relationship'. She doesn't care much for oral sex, even, nor anything more unusual. All Sara wants is to be fucked, hard and long. She likes me for my big cock and my youthful stamina. We don't talk much, she doesn't complain about her husband or tell me about any other partners she might have. I fuck her five or six times during the day, and she responds with several orgasms. She's always tight and always ready. I still haven't bothered to find out exactly how old she is.



Sara



Hi,

Been a while and a lot has happened in my life so haven't had too much time [nor inclination really] to write but have begun again. This is a story, fictitious sadly, dedicated to a lovely young woman I 'met' via Literotica. It was written at her behest and she has read and enjoyed it. I hope you do too.

All the usual things you would expect from me. Plenty of anal but plenty of straight as well.

Do vote and please comment either way. I am always grateful for ideas and like to know why readers either do, or don't, enjoy my stories.




PART 1

"Now," said Sara firmly with a great big smile, "you sit there." She indicated the armchair in the bedroom. I raised my eyebrows quizzically. "All will be revealed," she laughed, "patience!"

I sat. Sara came and knelt at my feet. "Now, let me see what I have got to play with!" Her hand went to my fly and she unzipped me then, fishing around inside my pants, pulled out my cock and balls. Of course I was beginning to react to her ministrations. Not quite hard but not soft.

"Mmm, looks interesting! OK! No touching," she smiled. "I mean it, no touching 'til I say," she said with mock severity.

I laughed, "Your wish is my command oh Princess!" I sat and watched as she moved away. Then I caught my breath - she began to undress. Not exactly a striptease, just a slow removal of her clothes. God she is beautiful. Her toned body and muscles seemed to exaggerate her wonderfully nubile shape. I don't think it was accidental either, that she managed to show her gorgeous shapely arse in my direction quite often.

By the time she was down to just her thong my cock was standing proud and I was having great difficulty in not grasping it and relieving the pressure! Not that I wanted to. I wanted to save that pleasure for much later.

"That looks very nice indeed," she said as she came again and knelt between my legs. Her hands gently stroked my cock and balls.

"Oh shit Sara," I managed, "you are something else!"

"Thank you kind sir!" she smiled then one hand began to gently masturbate my cock whilst the other caressed my balls. Her eyes fixed on mine, her lips smiling, as she watched her effect on me. My breathing became shallower and it took all the willpower I had to maintain control. Then she upped the ante! Her bead bent and her tongue flicked out and tasted the pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock.

"Oh fuck!" I cried as her mouth closed over my cock head and gently sucked. My body tensed as I kept control. Too early, much too early, but this woman was unbelievable.

Sara's head bobbed up and down a couple of times and her tongue washed my cock. I groaned in almost ecstasy; rivers of pure pleasure ran over my body. Sara must have sensed that things might just get out of hand for she removed her head and looked up at me. "Mmm, better stop!" she smiled, "wouldn't want you to go off half cocked. Wouldn't want me to either," she added laughing.

Sara stood then turned away, her gorgeous arse in front of my eyes causing me even more problems! Pleasant ones of course, but problems non-the-less. She walked to the bed, knelt on the edge, then looked back at me over her shoulder. "Your turn," she laughed as she crawled up the bed, he arse swinging back and forth.

"Sara, oh Sara, you are fabulous!" I managed to say.

"I do try!" she laughed back as she lay back to watch me. I stood at the edge of the bed, my cock and balls still hanging out. Shirt soon disappeared, then slacks. I had a bit more trouble extracting my rock hard cock and tight balls from my underpants, all under the smiling eye of Sara, but finally managed. They, together with socks, joined the heap of clothing and I knelt on the bed next to her.

Sara reached up, her hands running through the hairs on my chest. "Hairy!" she said with a smile.

"You like?" I asked concerned at pleasing her.

"Mmm, it tickles!" I bent my head and kissed her gently on the lips.

"You are so lovely," I whispered, "I want to worship you."

"You're daft," she smiled, "but help yourself!"

I kissed along her neck, her shoulder, then down to the soft rise of her breasts. She gasped as my lips fastened on her nipple. I kissed, I licked, I sucked, I bit gently. Her nipples quickly swelled and hardened as I sucked first on one then the other. I dragged my teeth along the swollen nipples, biting hard enough that Sara gasped in pleasure.

I raised my head. "You have marvellous tits! Nice nipples!"

"You are kind," she smiled, "but don't stop!" I didn't! I kissed her tits, covering as much as I could with my mouth and sucking. My hands squeezed and caressed. Sara seemed to be enjoying the attention. Time to move on or, rather, down! 

I ran my tongue down Sara's body, across her tummy – gently probing her button as I passed, ending up at her thong covered pussy. Blowing gently over the whole area, I covered her cunt with my mouth. Then, biting gently through the material, I sucked tasting the wetness already leaking. Fantastic! She tasted wonderful and I savoured the flavour of her. Sara was gasping as I bit and sucked on her sex.

Continuing for a while, I was enjoying the sound of her pleasure then I lifted my head, bent and kissed her lips. "Taste yourself," I whispered, "heavenly!" Sara smiled through my kiss.

"Fuck! More!" I smiled then, moving down the bed, gently removed her thong. Opening her legs, I knelt in between and looked down at her cunt. She was neatly trimmed. Her lips were swollen - she had obviously enjoyed being 'bitten' - and glistening with her juice. I could sense the heady aroma of her arousal - a potent aphrodisiac if ever there was one.

"Oh for fucks sake," she said laughing, "stop looking and start licking!" 

"All good things come to those who wait," I laughed but I bent my head to her. Blowing gently on her cunt lips I began by kissing and licking the inside of her thighs right down to her bent knees. First one side then the other, blowing on her cunt as I passed. 

I did this a few of times before, "Oh fuck Mike, you bastard, that's good but I need your mouth on my pussy!" I smiled and ran my tongue along her cunt lips. "Fuck, yes!" Sara moaned, "more!" No problem there!

I worked my tongue up and down along the whole length of her cunt, savouring again the taste of her. Occasionally I licked her clit, firming now at my attention. For the time being I concentrated on her vagina. I gently pushed my tongue inside, my lips meeting her nether ones in a sensuous kiss. I sucked her juice then felt her body shudder. A low groan escaped her lips.

I lifted my head to look into her eyes. Sara smiled back. "More!" she mouthed. Still no problem.

"Do you like your clit sucked?" I smiled.

Sara smiled. "Silly question," she said, "what girl doesn't! Now, stop faffing about and get to it!" she added laughing.

"Yes mistress," I laughed bending my head again. Using my thumbs I gently parted her lips and licked inside. Sara shuddered. Then I moved to her swollen clit. My tongue washed over the whole area, pressing hard. She groaned then as my lips 'bit' gently and I sucked on her bud.

"Oh god yes! Do that!" she moaned as I continued to suck and 'bite'. Time to replace lips with teeth. Gentle at first, I sucked her clit harder, covering the whole area with my mouth. Now teeth replaced lips. I was rewarded by another low groan and a shudder but continued to work on her clit right through her orgasm. It seemed to continue for a while!

By now, however, I wad beginning to need some relief. I needed to get my cock inside her! I knew we had gone this far but would she actually want me to fuck her?

Lifting my head I looked into her eyes. "Gentleman has almost disappeared," I joked throatily, "I need to fuck you Sara!" I said gently wanking my cock and looking down into her eyes.

"Mmm," she murmured, "sounds good to me!" I leant over and reached into my bag for a condom, broke the pack, and slipped it quickly on. Sara's eyes followed my every move. She smiled as I shifted into position.

I gripped my cock and wiped the tip over her cunt then between her lips. I watched her eyes as I pushed my erection gently into her. Slow, slow is my motto with a 'new' woman so I rocked back and forth, my cock head slipping gorgeously in her velvet heaven. Leaning forward, I took my weight on my arms, not wanting to flatten this most glorious example of womanhood.

"Oh yes! That IS good!"

I smiled then pushed deeper, giving her half my cock and fucking her gently. Almost all out then a little deeper each time until I was completely inside her. Now I was fucking her with long, deep strokes. Not too hard yet! Sara was mumbling words of encouragement such as, "Yes! Fuck me!" then, "Harder!"

I did. Speeding up now I was driving hard inside. Hard and deep. Sara's legs came up around my waist. I could get deeper and feel my thighs slapping against hers. I don't cum as much as I used to so I was saving myself for later - her arse I hoped! - so I kept driving into her. There was a low scream as her legs gripped and her cunt tightened around my cock.

I fucked her right through her orgasm, revelling in her sounds of pleasure until, finally, I felt her relax. Withdrawing my still erect cock - thank the scientists for Cialis - I rolled to one side and, head on one arm, looked down at her.

"OK?" I asked hoping the answer was yes.

Sara smiled. "Oh yes, oh yes! It seems it does what it says on the tin!" I bent and kissed her lips.

"Thanks," I whispered, "want to turn over?" Well we had joked about arse licking! Sara smiled then languidly rolled face down, her head turned towards me, eyes watching.

I knelt up and gazed down at her laying there. Possibly the most wonderful sight in the universe – well for me anyway! Sara was all soft curves. Her hips flowing from her waist, her gorgeously rounded bottom wonderfully displayed. She smiled as she watched me. "I reckon you like what you see," she said.

"Well," I replied smiling back, "you did send me those pictures and the last one! Well! I think it was one of the most sensual pictures of the female arse I have seen." I laughed, "And here it is in reality. You are truly gorgeous Sara love."

She smiled, "Thank you – but haven't you got something you want to do?"

"Mmm," I said, "have to get you excited!"

"No problem there then. Your tongue worked well enough in front," she laughed, "so I am sure you won't have much trouble!" She was telling me to go ahead, to lick, to suck, and to possible fuck, her wonderful arse. I had to touch, to caress her first so I ran my hands over her curves glorying in the smooth softness of her skin. They ended on the globes of her arse and I stroked and squeezed the soft flesh.

"Mmm," she murmured, "thought you used your tongue?" I smiled.

"I will," I said as I opened her legs and knelt between. I could just see her tight anus above her cunt. Sara is lovely like this, all of her charms available to touch, taste, and fuck! My hands, one on each cheek, gently opened her anal valley displaying fully her tight back door. As before, I teased her by blowing gently on her anus but kissing along the back of her thighs and over her bottom cheeks. Sara squirmed and pushed her thighs into the bed. Time to lick her arsehole and probe as deep as I could.

I started by licking along the valley from the back of her cunt to the base of her spine. Back and forth, easing gently across her anus bringing a gasp from Sara's lips. I did this for a while, enjoying the taste of her body, and occasionally delving into the back of her cunt. Finally, I decided to concentrate on her tight arsehole.

I began by rimming, my tongue licking round and round her anus coating it with saliva. Sara groaned and pushed back at me, obviously enjoying my tongue's attention to her tiny star. Now I started to probe: to push the tip of my tongue against the tight muscle. Another gasp as I pushed harder and Sara relaxed. My tongue slipped inside and I tasted her. I pushed harder and began to tongue fuck her arsehole, slowly at first then harder and deeper. I felt a shudder as my tongue went deep into her arse, touching the inner walls. 

I didn't stop. Not sure whether Sara would orgasm from my attention to her anus, I wanted to show her how much I loved her arse! So I kept going, my tongue pushing inside again and again. Occasionally I sucked: each time causing a gasp and then a sigh as I continued to tongue fuck Sara there.

By now my cock was so hard that it ached an I knew that I had to ask her. Sara had said, seriously, that anal sex wasn't her favourite but she would if I excited her enough. I hoped I had done so.

I leant forward taking my weight on my arms, my erect cock finding a natural home between her cheeks. As I bent my head to whisper in her ear I gently slipped my cock back and forth along the saliva coated valley. 

"I need your arse Sara," I said breathlessly, "fuck I need you there!" She was pushing her arse up into me as my cock slid back and forth.

"Oh yes Mike," she whispered then said, with a smile, "fuck my arse. Please!" My breathing became sharper as I knelt back then pulled Sara up into a kneeling position. Would have loved to fuck her arse face down like that but not the first time. Sara helped as she eased herself to kneel just like one of the pics she sent me. I took a look at her like this as I reached back into the overnight bag by the bed and pulled out the lube. Sara's eyes followed my movement.

"Lube," I said with a smile.

"Good," she laughed.

I knelt up then pumped some lube into her anus and began massaging it inside with my middle finger. Then a little more which I pushed gently past the tight grip of her anus. Sara gasped as my finger entered her arsehole then again as I began to work it back and forth. Adding more lube, I worked my finger deeper drawing low moans from Sara as I finger fucked her arse. I wanted to open her a little more so took my finger out, added more lube, then pushed fore and middle fingers into her.

"Oh fuck! God that feels big!"

"Just fingers Sara love. Just fingers!" I said with a smile.

I slowly entered her then began to slide my fingers back and forth until they were both fully inside her. As Sara got used to the feeling I turned both fingers inside her arse. Sara gasped as she felt her anus stretched. I withdrew my fingers slowly then slipped on another condom before coating it with lube.

Reaching for her hips my cockhead seemed to naturally find the shallow depression of her arse. I pushed gently forward and drew a low groan from Sara as her anus relaxed and my cock head slipped inside. She was so tight. Hot and tight and close to heaven. To be fucking this wonderful young woman's arse was a dream come true. I pushed a little harder, holding her hips as I did so, and another three inches of cock slipped inside her tight arsehole.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled back easing the pressure on her muscle, then started to gently fuck her with half my cock. I could see her tight anus gripping my cock as I slipped out then disappearing as I pushed back. I was slowly filling her with a little more each time until, finally, she had all of my cock buried deep in her arse. Sara had moaned softly as I filled her. I knew she was not an 'anal virgin' and she seemed to be able to deal with my 7 inches. Then I had to stop. I wanted to fuck her arse properly not shoot my load early – a distinct possibility it must be said if I wasn't careful!

I leant forward. "OK?" I whispered.

"OH fuck that is BIG!" Sara whispered. "Yes. Feels good!"

I kissed her neck and began to slowly fuck her arse. Gently at first, my whole cock almost out then buried deep inside. The feeling was out of this world. Her arse gripped me tightly but the slippery lube meant I could move easily. She was hot, so hot. Her anus was a tight band sliding along my cock. I was beginning to lose it as I gripped her hips hard and sped up, my thighs slapping into her buttocks. I didn't know whether Sara would have an orgasm. Andi always had one when we did this, so did several other women I had been with, but not all did.

I am afraid, however, that I was so close now that I was pounding away and had almost lost control. Suddenly it was there. The heat, the tightness, the sight of my cock sliding in and out, were too much. The slight pain at the base of my spine and the tightening of my balls signalled the beginning of my orgasm.

My cock swelled with each pulse of cum into the condom. Her rectum seemed even tighter. I heard a gasp – mine or Sara's? I wasn't sure. All I could feel was spunk shooting out of my body into hers – at least into the condom. Three, four pulses and I was done – well for the moment anyway! 

I held Sara there. There was so much pleasure in just looking at her and at my cock buried inside her arse. That she would do this for me! Soon my cock softened and slipped from the heaven of her arse and I fell sideways onto the bed.

"Oh fuck Sara." I managed to murmur, "you are something else again!"

She flattened onto the bed facing me. "You enjoyed that then?" she asked with a smile.

I laughed, "Naw!!! God Sara! Wow. Fabulous! What about you?" I was a bit worried I had been a touch insensitive.

"It was good," she smiled, "can we do it again?" She asked with a whimsical smile!

PART 2

I smiled back again, "As often as I can," I said moving closer and stroking her body. "You are so bloody lovely!"

Now Sara seemed shy. "Thank you," she said. "You keep saying that." Then she laughed, "I suppose it's the 'gentleman'."

I laughed back, "Yes, but it is the truth. When I saw those pictures you sent me I couldn't believe that this would ever happen," I continued seriously, "so I want to be a gentleman – well at the start anyway! Hope to be what you want really." I ended rather lamely.

"You have been up to now," she smiled as her hand ran through the hairs on my chest then down to my groin. "Oh dear," she laughed as her hand found my soft cock, "seems he's gone to sleep for a while!"

I laughed, "I'm pretty sure you could wake him up in a minute or two!"

"Mmm," she murmured as she moved down the bed, her head level with my waist, "let's see! I'm sure it'll be all right."

"Errrm . . ." I muttered, "might just be a bit soon!" I was concerned that Sara might think me unable. 

"Fun anyway," she giggled, "I can get it all in my mouth!" I took a deep breath. This young lady played hardball!

I felt her hands on my cock and balls. Caressing, stroking, squeezing. She was soft and gentle, cradling my balls with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. I felt the first stirrings as the soft warmth of her mouth enclosed my cock. I felt her nose on my pubic hair as she sucked me inside. Her tongue seemed everywhere as my cock began to grow. Soon, half hard, it was too big to fit totally in her mouth and she lifted her head.

"There," she smiled at me, "told you not too worry! Very nice indeed!" She was wanking my cock at the base as she bent her head again and sucked me inside. I was close to heaven as I grew harder. I knew I wouldn't cum for a good while so I could really enjoy her mouth as it slid along my cock. Occasionally she licked up and down or kissed my balls then back to sucking my cock. She was bloody good! Her hands seemed everywhere. Cradling my balls, stroking right down to my anus and sometimes pressing there.

"Swing round," I managed to say, "let me get at you." I am not usually fond of '69's'. I can never figure out what to concentrate on but now I just wanted to suck her pussy and tongue her arse while I could relax about controlling myself.

Sara knew what I meant and, lifting her head, smiled up at me, "Good idea," she said as she moved over me. Inches from my face was the glorious heaven of her cunt and her arse. It took my breath away for she was so lovely.




Sara



My hands ranged over the cheeks of her bottom enjoying the curves of hip and thigh. I ran my fingers over the valley between, lightly flicking her anus and pussy as I enjoyed Sara's mouth on my cock. Raising my head I licked along the length of her cunt tasting the flavour of her arousal, both new and from our previous fucking. I found her clit and licked around the swollen bud. Difficult to get my mouth to it like this. I wriggled a bit causing Sara to raise her head from my cock.

"Just getting at your clit," I laughed. She settled back down, sucking my cock into her mouth. I sucked her cunt then and licked inside her lips before moving back to her clit. That brought a low sigh from Sara as her mouth left my cock. I felt her head rest on my thigh as she enjoyed my mouth. I licked and sucked pussy and clit then used my forefinger to tease her anus. I dragged juice from her pussy upwards and slipped my fingertip inside. Another low moan from Sara as I pushed deeper and sucked her clit.

Soon I had all of my finger in her arse, fucking slowly back and forth, and my mouth over her sex. She began to push down on my face, squirming her arse sideways. I guessed she was close so I sucked harder and moved my finger faster. Sara groaned, pushed down even harder then flooded my face with liquid as she came. I just continued to enjoy the pleasure of her pleasure and sucked her pussy and finger fucked her arse through her high.

Sara finally came down and her mouth closed on my still hard cock once more before she swung off my body and lay beside me.

"Bastard!" she laughed.

"Mmm," I laughed, "you like riding?"

"Riding?" she asked seemingly puzzled.

"Riding cock," I laughed.

She smiled back, "Mmm, I do!"

"Good," I said, "because I've got one here!" Sara smiled sensuously then began to move on top of me.

"Mmm," she murmured as she ended up sitting on my chest, "seems like a good idea!" She began to move her cunt back and forth on my chest. "Feels funny," she laughed, "your hair. Never felt it before."

"Ahhh," I smiled up at her, "but is it good?"

"Mmm! Nice. It tickles!" she replied as she slid her body down mine finally capturing my cock and pushing her cunt back on it.

"Wow, that feels good!" I said with a smile as she rubbed herself on my cock.

"I think I need that inside me," Sara smiled, "where are they?"

"Bag by the bed," I nodded towards the left. Sara reached down – in itself a very pleasant experience – and fished out a condom. Ripping it open she turned for a moment and slipped it on, caressing cock and balls as she did so. Turning back she lifted her thighs over mine. Her hand gripped my erection and I felt her drag the tip along her cunt before it settled in between her nether lips.

Her eyes fixed on mine and she smiled as she lowered her body and swallowed my cock inside.

"OH FUCK!" was about all I could manage as the wet warmth of her cunt enfolded my cock.

"Oh YESSSS!" cried Sara as she settled down on my groin, my cock fully inside her. She looked down on me with hooded eyes then began to slowly bounce up and down on my cock. She was smiling as she fucked me with her body. I got in rhythm with her and thrust upwards as she bore down. Then she settled right down and slid back and forth along my groin, my cock deep inside.

"Mmm," Sara murmured as she leant forward and kissed my lips. "You feel good inside me," she whispered,

I smiled, "You feel good around me," I whispered back as I held her tightly to me and thrust upwards as hard as I could. Each drive brought a gasp from Sara followed by a smile. I kept going until my back gave out for a while. Thankfully, by then Sara had sighed heaving, shuddered, and then relaxed.

I held her gently now. "Good?" 

"Mmm," she murmured.

"Want to get off?"

"No way," she whispered smiling, "no way!" She began to move again slowly, rocking her body on my cock.

"Turn round," I smiled, "let me see that gorgeous arse of yours."

"You really want me too?"

I laughed, "Of course. I could look at your arse all day you know that!"

"Mmm," Sara murmured thoughtfully the began to turn round and face my feet. That, in itself, was an experience! Facing away she began to bob up and down, bending my cock forward. It was a wonderful feeling. The tip of my cock rubbing inside her vagina. Like this Sara's arse was spread wide. I could see her anus flexing as she moved up and down and my cock slipping in and out of her cunt. My hands stroked her cheeks as I began to move with her, thrusting up as Sara bore down. I caressed and squeezed then used a finger to tease her arsehole. Sara gasped as she felt the pressure on her anus. She didn't stop however, just kept bobbing up and down leaning even further forward to change the angle of my cock in her cunt. I just used the tip of my finger at her anus, just to tease her a little. I know, as I looked, that I longed for my cock to leave her cunt and find it's way deep into her arsehole. I didn't want to push things there however, for I was not quite sure how much Sara liked her arse fucked. She knew, of course, that it was very much my favourite in the bedroom.

Sara suddenly bore down harder. "Oh fuck yessssss!" she cried softly as I felt my cock gripped even harder by her velvet pussy. She sat back for a moment, recovering from her orgasm, then turned to face me again.

"That was different," she said with a smile, "and good!"

"Good," I smiled, "feels nice!"

"You want it in my arse?" she asked suddenly with a great big smile. I took a deep breath as my cock twitched inside her. "Mmm, seems you do," she continued as she wiggled her arse on my cock.

"Fuck yes Sara! Yes please!" I laughed. My breathing was faster and my cock felt so good inside her – how wonderful it would feel in her tight arse! "Only if you want it Sara love," I managed, "but, yes, your arse is so bloody wonderful!"

She leant forward and reached for the lube. Squeezing some onto her fingers she reached back and, I assume, applied it to her anus. All the while she was smiling down at me, completely in control of the situation – and me. Sara lifted her hips and I felt her hand stroke my cock, spreading a little lube to add to her pussy juice. I felt the head of my cock slide along her perineum then lodge in the slight depression of her anus.

"Ready," she smiled down at me then pushed down. My cockhead slipped inside.

"Oh fuck Sara! Oh fuck yes, yes, yes!" She pushed down further, her arsehole opening up to take my cock inside. I could see the smile on her face together with a look of determination. She had half my cock inside her rectum now. She was hot, tight, and slippery as I began to move slowly and gently.

"Oh god, you bloody angel! FUCK!" Sara bore down and rested her cheeks on my thighs, my cock fully lodged in her arse. I saw a look of apprehension on her face as I filled her. She was tight, oh so tight, and I was worried about hurting her but she seemed OK as she was still. I didn't move. Sara was in control here – and how I bloody loved it!

I watched her lovely face, her body, and her eyes. She smiled down at me, "Fuck that's big! Well feels big anyway," she said taking a deep breath.

"It feels bloody wonderful," I managed to say as she leant forward a bit seeming to want to get more comfortable.

"My arse feels bloody full!" she laughed then moved her body up a little.

"Aaaggghhh!" we both cried softly. She only lifted a little then sank back down. God! The feeling was wonderful. The sensation of her bottom cheeks on my thighs, the tightness of her rectum, and the heat of her body were setting me on fire. I guessed I wouldn't cum, it's something of a combination of age and chemicals, but I knew I was enjoying every single moment. I hoped desperately that Sara was as well.

That she would do this for me!

She was still again, getting used to being full I supposed, but she was smiling down at me. I reached up and stroked her tits, teasing the nipples. She smiled, "Bastard!" she laughed.

"I love your tits," I laughed.

"I thought you loved my ass!"

"Oh I love that as . . . . oh FUCK!" Sara had lifted her body off my cock then sank back. "Oh fuck Sara!"

"Hope so!" she laughed, "hope you will a lot!" The she began to move a little up and down, my cock sliding in and out of her tight arsehole. I could see the expression on her face. I wasn't really sure about that expression but she continued to slowly move on my cock until, finally, a big smile appeared on her face.

"Mmm, this is getting better!" she said then sped up. I could feel her anus slipping along my cock. Her arse was so hot, hot and tight, and pure heaven! It was easier now as Sara got into a rhythm, a rhythm that I felt and began to thrust gently upwards to meet her downward thrust. Sara's head was thrown back now and her movements faster. Our bodies were crashing together and I was in seventh heaven when Sara let out a loud moan and bore down even harder then stilled. I felt her body convulse over me and around my cock. So tight, so wonderful. Then she fell forward and my cock slipped out of her arse.

"Oh my god," she said, "that was something else!"

"You bet," I managed as I held her tight. "That was bloody wonderful," I continued. "Are you OK?" 

"Yes," Sara murmured breathlessly. "Wow!" I kissed her.

"You are wonderful," I whispered, "bloody wonderful!"

Sara smiled, "Thank you. I need a rest!"

"So do I!" I laughed. "Shall we retire to the shower?"

"Might be a good idea," Sara said softly then added, with a big smile, "hope you haven't finished!"

I laughed, "So do I!" I said.

PART 3

"I need to go first . . . you know!" I smiled and nodded then lay there watching her walk to the bathroom. Even after such wonderful sex, looking at Sara took my breath away. Her trim athletic build was the body of a lovely young woman and, particularly for me, her arse was wonderful. Sara must have sensed my eyes – and my feelings – for she stopped at the bathroom door and looked back over her shoulder. "Well?"

I smiled, "Just feasting my eyes on a beautiful woman," I said as I sat up.

Sara laughed, "Looks like the gentleman is back," she commented, "but I think I like Mr Hyde better!"

I laughed out loud. "You are a minx," I said, "a delightful minx!" She smiled back and disappeared into the bathroom. I lay on the bed for a while contemplating how bloody lucky I was to have met this lovely young woman – and that she seemed happy with me.

Finally I knocked on the bathroom door, "OK?" I asked and the door opened. 

"Mmm. Shower?" The shower cubicle was slightly bigger than normal and looked big enough for two! 

"Come on," I laughed, "fun time!" Sara looked puzzled. "Always fun to wash a beautiful woman," I said with a big smile.

"Ohhh! OK!" We both got in the shower and I switched on – careful to avoid cold water on both of us! Thankfully there was plenty of pressure and soon we were enjoying the warm water cascading over our bodies. I had brought some shower gel and a sponge – just in case – and put them in the shower earlier. If anything Sara looked even lovelier with water flowing over her body.

I squeezed gel onto the wet sponge and began to lather Sara's body. She smiled and enjoyed the experience. Soon she was covered in soapy lather. I enjoyed the feeling of running the sponge over Sara's soft curves. For me there is nothing so wonderful as the female form and Sara is such a wonderful example. Pretty soon the sponge dropped to the floor to be replaced by my hands.

Sara gasped as I began to stroke her body barehanded. I was standing behind her and my hands caressing her tits and tummy. She leaned back into me as I continued to gently squeeze her tits, capturing nipples between my fingers, "Bastard!" she whispered with a smile.

"Shall I stop?" I laughed back.

"Oh no! Fuck no!" I didn't. One hand now left her tits and wandered across her tummy to the soft bulge of her mount, then to her pussy. I stroked gently across her cunt, not pushing inside, just teasing lips and clit. I was pleased to hear a soft sigh from Sara. Continuing to stroke gently I moved to one side, my other hand moving to her back and down over her bottom.

So now one hand was caressing her cunt, stroking her lips and teasing her clit. The other was teasing the back of her pussy then sliding gently across her anus between the gorgeous cheeks of her arse.

"Oh you bugger!" she sighed with a big smile.

I pushed a bit harder at back and front bringing another sigh from Sara. Then, as my finger stroked her lips, I pushed inside and started to gently fuck her pussy, my finger slipping in and out. At the same time I teased her anus with the other finger, pressing gently but firmly. Sara seemed to be enjoying this double digit probing so I continued. 

As I slipped deeper into her cunt I added second finger. I was seeking her 'G' spot, hoping to bring her to another orgasm with my fingers in her cunt and arse. I could feel the tight grip of her anus on my middle finger as just the tip teased her there. I didn't want to push to hard at her anus – I was very conscious of what had already occurred and I didn't want to hurt her. Not to mention the fact that I very much hoped to take her there again before we left!

So now I just gently fingered her anus whilst my other hand fucked her cunt. I sensed that Sara was beginning to really enjoy my attentions as I found that soft spot inside her vagina.

"Put an arm around my neck," I whispered. She did then bore down on my fingers, taking one in her arse to the first joint, and the others deeper inside.

I was working my hand hard now, fingertips stroking inside, teasing that special spot. Sara groaned and shuddered. I felt her liquid on my hand. She turned her head, "Bastard!" she smiled.

"Mmm," I said softly as I kissed her cheek. I moved my hands back to soaping her body, still enjoying her soft curves, her breasts, and her bottom until she finally slipped under the spray and rinsed off.

She turned and smiled, "I reckon that Mr Hyde has taken over!" she laughed referring to our playful use of the Dr Jekyll/Mr Hyde idea. Then she reached down and gripped my soft cock and balls. "My turn," she laughed as she reached for the sponge. Then I had the most sybaritic experience of this lovely young woman washing me. She paid particular attention to my arse it must be said, pressing my anus until her forefinger slipped inside. At the same time she was soaping my balls with her other hand so that was quite good! Well bloody marvellous.

Unfortunately I just needed a slightly longer rest so, although I was trying hard, my cock was still fairly limp. I looked down, "Sorry," I said concerned that I would fall short of her expectations, "just need a little longer!"

Sara smiled and kissed me, "I'm sure you will be OK," she said, "you haven't disappointed up 'til now!"

"Thanks," I said relieved. 

We both rinsed off then dried each other – another very enjoyable experience, then returned to the bedroom. Again, as I followed her, I was taken by her beauty. Sara sat down on the bed and smiled up at me. "You said you wanted to take some pictures?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

I nodded, keen to capture this wonderful lady on film for the future. "Oh yes, Sara, love to take pics of you,"

"How do you want me then?"

I laughed, "That is a leading question," I said. "Soft first then, if it's OK, harder?"

"Might make that harder," she laughed cupping my cock and balls. I went to my overnight bag and got my camera. "That's a video," Sara said.

"Yes but it takes stills as well. And I've got my Blackberry. Can take with a flash with that."

"Sounds good," she said with a smile. "Snap away!" I did. I took loads of 'soft' pics of her in all sorts of poses. She was so lovely. After a while she looked back over her shoulder – most of my pics had been of her gorgeous arse – "These are a bit soft core," she said with a smile, "you must want some a little 'harder'?"

"Is that OK," I asked not wanting to seem pushy.

Sara laughed, "I am sure that Mr Hyde would want some very hard pics of my arse!"

I laughed back, "Yes, he would! Are you sure it's OK?"

"Of course. Wouldn't suggest it if it wasn't. Anyway," she continued nodding down at my cock, "looks as if he likes taking pics!"

I laughed. I took some hardcore shots of her pussy etc., then moved on to her arse. "Kneeling Sara, would be very nice. On the edge of the bed."

"Mmm, nice position!" I positioned her with her head down on the bed and backed dipped thrusting her arse out. With knees about a foot apart she was opened completely. 

"Reach back and spread your cheeks," I said with a smile.

"Oh!" she laughed, "REAL hardcore. Bet Mr Hyde suggested this one!" It was an absolutely fabulous position and my cock began to be very much aware. Sara was looking back. "Mmm, seems to be working!"

"Flat on the bed now Sara," I said with a smile, "legs together." Sara moved into position. This showed her wonderful body off, the soft line of her hips and thighs accentuating the beauty of her bottom. "Reach back like before and hold yourself open."

She did. "Wow!" she laughed, "that must be hot!"

I laughed, "Yes," I managed because it was! I then took a few pictures, wide angle and close up, cock hardening as I did so.

"One more?" I asked with a smile.

"Bet I can guess," she laughed as she stood at the end of the bed and leaned forward pushing her arse out. "Just like this?" It was the same pose as in a picture she had sent me – and she knew just how much that turned me on. Her back wasn't straight but dipped with her head up. Legs were straight showing her glorious arse. Sara is one of these beautiful women whose pussy is gorgeous from the back with a gap between her legs.

I took a few deep breaths as my eyes feasted upon her body. Sara looked back over her shoulder and smiled. "Well?" My heart was beating and, in truth, my cock throbbing. Balls tight as well. I knew I would have to control myself to please us both.

"Bloody hell Sara," I said with a laugh, "you are something else."

"I hope so," she smiled back, "do you like me like this?"

"Oh yes, Sara, I like you like this a lot!" I began to take photographs – slowly it must be said to try and remain calm - and to keep my hands off her!

Finally Sara turned her head again, "Put the bloody camera down Mike and get to it!"

"Your wish is my command oh princess," I joked then put the camera down and stood behind her. Like this the glorious wonder of her lithe and supple body were totally available and I began by caressing her from shoulder to thigh. Nature has provided us men with nothing to compare with this and I enjoyed her smooth curves. 

"Mmm," Sara murmured as I caressed her bottom. Sara has a wonderful arse! I stroked, caressed, squeezed, then bent my head and kissed the soft rounds of her cheeks. Needing more now I knelt, my mouth level with her pussy and anus. I used my tongue to lick the back of her pussy, pushing my mouth into her and my face into the crease of her arse. I sucked and licked as Sara pushed her bottom back into me. I used my hands to open her even more, allowing me to tongue the inside of her vagina and lick the walls. 

Sara moaned softly as she pushed back and wiggled her arse on my face. I could taste her, the wonderful taste of an aroused woman. I pushed my mouth and tongue deeper into her and used my fingers to tease her clit, rubbing and squeezing. My nose pressed on her anus. My senses were full of her. Taste, sight, touch, smell, and the noise of her enjoyment. It was wonderful, marvellous, almost unbelievable. 

I was soon rewarded by a long, low groan from Sara who pushed back even harder and flooded my mouth with her wonderful flavour.




Sara



I quickly reached for a condom, opened the pack, and slipped it on. Standing, I fed my cock head into her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes," moaned Sara as I slipped slowly inside. She quickly pushed back and took me inside, completely, deep inside. My thighs slapped into her buttocks as I fucked her, driving back and forth. I reached forward, hands to her front, and grasped her tits, squeezing in time with my forward thrusts. We were soon in sync, Sara pushing back as I drove forward. I looked down to see my cock slipping back and forth.

I could also see her tight anus flexing as I fucked her in this standing position. Leaving her tits, I sucked my thumb to lubricate it then pressed gently on her arsehole. Gently and without entering but stroking in time with my forward thrusts.

Sara was urging me to fuck her harder and harder and I was doing my best to drive hard and deep inside her. My hands, sometimes with a thumb on her anus, sometimes changing to grasp her hips and pull her onto my cock – not that I needed to for she was driving back.

Soon I heard the sound I wanted. "OH FUCK YESSSSSS!" moaned Sara as he cunt gripped my cock. I felt her body shiver and heard her low moans as she came. I continued to fuck her through her orgasm. I was holding mine because, frankly, I wanted to fuck her arse like this!

I held Sara on my cock as I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "I want your arse Sara! I want to fuck that lovely tight arse of yours and make you cum again." I was sliding gently back and forth inside her cunt as I said this then kissing her neck and shoulders.

She turned her head. Her eyes were hot, her face seemed alive with desire. "Oh fuck yes. Fuck me in the arse again Mike. I want your cock inside me.

I reached for the lube and pumped some onto her tight little anus - still tight despite being fucked twice earlier. I used my forefinger to tease the lube into her arse, just the tip at first and then deeper. A little more lube then a second finger eased lube deeper inside. I could see her anus gripping my fingers as I turned them to loosen the tight muscle. All through this Sara was egging me on, suggesting, "Fuck my arse hard Mike!" and other encouragement. She kept on using my name, always something that excites I think, when a woman tells you to do things specifically.

Finally, happy that Sara had enough lube, I stroked some onto my condom covered cock then pointed the head into the shallow depression of her anus. Leaning forward I whispered, "Want your arse fucked Sara?"

Continuing to play the game, Sara turned her head with a great big smile, "Yes please! Fuck my arse Mike. Stick that lovely cock deep inside me!" I took a deep breath and pushed gently forward. My cock head slipped past the tight muscle of her ring and then was gripped like a vice. I was still for a moment – a fantastic effort on my part because I wanted to drive deep inside her in one thrust but that would almost certainly hurt her. I wanted to fuck Sara's arse but I didn't want to hurt her. I wanted her to cum while I fucked her arse!

My hands gripped her hips and stilled her as I pushed deeper inside. Soon half my cock was in her arse and I was sliding gently back and forth. Looking down I could see her anus gripping my erection as I pulled out then disappearing as I pushed back. Each time I pushed a little deeper until enjoying the slippery grip of her anus and rectum on my throbbing cock. Soon all 7 inches were buried in Sara's willing arse and we began fucking together. I held her hips tightly enjoying my complete power over her. Sara, meanwhile, was thrusting back onto my cock, taking it deep inside her arse.

I wanted more now, wanted her face down on the bed – my favourite position for arse fucking! I leaned forward and whispered again, "Face down on the bed Sara," I said, "I want you like that!"

"Dirty bastard," she replied with a big smile as she looked back at me, "you'll break me in bloody half!" Then she fell forward on the bed! Sara lay face down, legs together, just the same position as I had photographed her. Then she reached back and opened her arse cheeks. The animal in me almost surfaced then for she looked unbelievably fuckable. Her anus was open, slipping as it had from my cock, and I could see inside. Her cunt was open also. She was giving herself to me completely. That thought pushed the animal away. My Hyde was in residence but not overwhelming!

I knelt over her thighs then leant forward, my cock laying in the valley between her arse cheeks. I kissed her neck and shoulders glorying in her wonderful body. "You are sublime," I whispered, "absolutely sublime!"

Sara managed to turn her head and our lips met. She smiled as our lips parted, "Do it! Fuck my arse like this Mike. I know you want to. DO IT!"

I sat up and bent my stiff cock to her arsehole and slipped the head in. Sara was pretty open now and it was easy to push half of my cock into her willing butt. I leaned forward again, this time taking my weight on my arms, and began to drive my cock down into her. This was a close to heaven as a man – well me anyway – can get. Sara was so tight like this, tight but slippery because of the copious amount of lube. I knew I wouldn't last too long for I could feel spunk bubbling up in my balls – well figuratively anyway! I fucked down hard, my thighs slapping against her body. Then Sara was actually pushing up into me as I drove down. I bent my head and kissed, almost bit, her neck in my passion. 

I seemed to feel her whole body around my cock, as if I was becoming a part of her. Her anus and rectum were so hot, gripping me tightly, as I slipped in and out. Then it was too much. Slight pain in my back, tight balls, then it hit!

"OH FUCK SARA!" I managed as pleasure rolled across my body. My cock pulsed, swelled, and pumped spunk into the condom – I wished, suddenly, that it was into her body – two, three, four pulses, the last of which was almost painful as my body tried to pay complete homage to this wonderful young woman. I felt Sara shudder and her anus grip even more tightly as I began to soften. I was pleased that she seemed to be enjoying this for I was aware that I had fucked her arse hard.

Finally, my softening cock slipped out of her now loose anus and I rolled to the side. Sara was looking in my eyes and smiling. "Bloody hell Mike!" she said with a smile, "I won't sit down for a week!"

"I haven't hurt you?" I asked suddenly concerned. 

"No," she smiled, "a bit tender but it was good. Haven't been fucked in the arse quite so well before! Andi is a lucky woman!"

I smiled, "Always happy to oblige," I said, "but you are a fabulous lady Sara," I added, "and it has been wonderful!"

She laughed, "I see Dr Jekyll has returned," she said, "but I had it on good authority that you are very 'up for it' in the morning!"

I laughed, "I do my best," I said, "but I do need a rest!"

"So do I you bugger," she laughed as she drifted into my arms. 

We lay like that for a while then got comfortable in bed. I was soon asleep with this wonderful young woman in my arms. To be honest, I was knackered!

PART 4

As ever I woke fairly early to the momentary startlement that often occurs in a strange bed. Then I felt the warmth of another body and realised where I was - and who was laying beside me. We had gone to sleep naked. All I had done was dropped the used condom on the floor before we crawled under the covers. She had gone to sleep in my arms - such a wonderful feeling - but we obviously drifted apart during the night.

I turned and looked at her. Her dark cherry red hair framed her face as she lay sleeping on her back. I took the time to examine her features. She was, and is, lovely. I took a deep breath as I considered how amazingly lucky I was that she had ended up in bed with me. I was also aware that, despite the 'rigours' of the previous evening I had woken with a solid hard-on. Not unusual when I was using chemical help.

It seemed that Sara must have sensed my attention for her eyes slowly opened. She smiled and rolled towards me slipping neatly into my arms. "Mmmmmm," she murmured as my arms closed around her and she snuggled up, head resting on my shoulder. I enjoyed the scent of her hair as we laid together. Her leg covered mine as she drew even closer. She was so soft, so feminine. I held her like that for a while then she moved her leg again nudging my still hard cock.

"Now that IS how I like to be woken in the morning," she giggled as her hand reached down. Next the covers were thrown back and we were laying there naked. Sara began to stroke my cock then moved down the bed, her eyes inches away from it. "This is nice," she smiled looking up at me, "nice and hard!" I am fortunate for, if it happens, I am very hard - and it lasts!

I smiled as I rolled onto my back. "It's all yours Sara. I told you how much I like an EMF!" She laughed then bent her head to cover the tip of my cock with her lips. "Shit Sara!" I managed as her tongue tickled the tiny hole.

She lifted her head. "Gonna suck this for a while then let you fuck me again!" she smiled. "Is that OK?" she asked with a girlish pout.

"Bloody hell Sara," I laughed, "do what you like!"

"Now there is an idea," she said quietly. Then she went to work on my cock and balls. Sara sucked my cock into her mouth until I could feel the top of her throat. Her lips wrapped around my girth and her tongue licked the length. Hands worked on the base of my cock and caressed my balls, squeezing gently. I was in heaven!

Then her mouth left my cock and I felt tongue and lips on my balls, right underneath. She licked down to my anus and back several times, her mouth finally returning to my cock to suck it inside again. This time one hand drifted down to my anus, a finger pressing on the tight ring of muscle. Sara lifted her head and smiled as she pushed inside me.

"You like that?" she smiled as she stroked my cock and began to finger fuck my arse. I wasn't a stranger to this and enjoyed it.

I smiled, "Of course," I said, "when a beautiful young woman does it to me!"

"Well," Sara said with a wicked smile, "you stick you cock up my arse so I thought I might stick my finger up yours!"

I laughed then groaned as she quickened her pace on both cock and arsehole. "Oh fuck Sara," I groaned softly.

"I bloody hope so," she laughed as she bent and kissed my cock. Then she stood off the bed. "Don't go away," she laughed, "and don't lose THAT!" she added, nodding towards my cock. "I need the bathroom. Back in a minute."

"Cruel woman," I laughed as I stroked my cock. "I'll be here!"

Sara was gone almost 10 minutes. Luckily my erection didn't fade away as I gently stroked myself. I watched her as she crossed to the bed then lay next to me. I pulled her into my arms and we kissed as my hands caressed her soft curves.

"Eat me," she whispered, "eat me again!" Well, as that is something I really enjoy doing I wasn't about to refuse. This time though, just a little different.

I smiled, "Lay back then Sara darling." She did. "Now hold your legs back, right back." She smiled, hooked her arms behind her knees and pulled her legs up and back. This raised her gorgeous arse off the bed. I grabbed a few pillows and placed them under her lower back and arse. Like this she was completely available – her pussy and arse open. I smiled then bent and kissed her lips. "Nice," I said, "very nice!"

She smiled back fully aware of how lovely she looked like this. "Get to it man," she laughed. I did! I moved down the bed and between her raised legs then kissed her inner thighs from knee right up to her sex – leaving that for the time being. Then I did the same with my tongue, tasting the softness of her skin and the delicate down. Enough teasing I thought as I moved my tongue to between her legs. Initially I just licked that sensitive area between cunt and anus causing several low moans from Sara. Back and forth several times, not touching either.

"Oh fuck," Sara groaned, "you bugger! Please!" I guessed what she wanted. I moved on. Gently at first, using just the tip of my tongue, I licked the length of her sex from top to bottom. Up and down, teasing her lips. "Ooooohhhhh!" she moaned, "yes, yes! Do that!" Back and forth, over her gorgeous pussy. Tasting her arousal.

I moved up to her clit, teasing with my tongue, pressing down then circling the hard bud. I sucked it into my mouth bringing a low moan from Sara. Flicking it with my tongue, I sucked gently. My lips squeezed. I could feel Sara bubbling as I played with her delicate bud so I continued sucking and biting.

"MMmmm, oh yes!" she cried and I felt her shudder. I tasted more liquid and, leaving her clit, moved my mouth to completely cover her sex. I sucked hard, her lips filling my mouth and my tongue washing the inner walls of her vagina. She tasted wonderful. I sucked her deep, then blew gently, sucked deep again, blew gently again. I continued fucking her with my mouth for a little while until I felt yet another shudder. I don't know whether these were orgasms or just shivers of pleasure but Sara seemed to be enjoying my mouth on her cunt. I know I was enjoying the taste of her.

I decided to move my mouth back to her clit again, licking and pushing hard with my tongue. Staying there for a while, stroking and caressing her legs and bottom with my hands. Tongue left her clit and travelled down her cunt. Now I wanted to taste her tight – but, I thought after last night, perhaps not so tight – anus

Lifting my head I eased her bottom higher in the air, putting more cushions in place. Sara was totally wide open now, her bottom cheeks open showing her anus available for my tongue. I began by circling her arsehole with my tongue. Then I ran it along the valley between her cheeks, from front to back, over and over again. I could taste her and I enjoyed the sound of her low moans as I passed back and forth.

I rimmed her arse for a good while before I teased the muscle with the tip of my tongue. I was a trifle ashamed for it slipped inside easily. I licked around the muscle, my tongue delving even deeper until I could soothe the inside of her arsehole. Sara was sighing deeply now and began to push herself up at me as I gently tongue fucked her arse. As I licked and sucked her there, my hands were caressing and stroking her thighs and her bottom cheeks. By now, my cock was rapidly requiring some relief so I raised my head and looked down at her.

"I need to fuck you now Sara," I smiled down at her. "Edge of the bed please!" 

Sara laughed, "Have you finished eating then?"

I laughed and moved to the edge of the bed. Sara wriggled to the edge as well. She looked up to me and smiled. I eased her bottom to the very edge of the bed and lifted her legs back. Again she was completely open. I reached down for a condom and quickly slipped it on then bent my legs and teased the whole of her pussy with the tip of my cock, rubbing up and down. My cock head found the soft lips of her vagina and I pushed gently into her – no stopping this time just filled her in one single thrust. Sara gasped as I began to fuck her long and hard holding her legs back and apart to get even deeper inside her. 

I smiled down at her and she smiled back. "Fuck me Mike, fuck me hard!"

"I will," I laughed, "I am!" and continued to drive my cock deep into her sex. I leaned forward and sucked her nipples and kissed her lips, our tongues mixing together. My arse was thrusting back and forth, filling her with cock. I kept on pounding away as Sara groaned, moaned, and muttered words of encouragement until, finally, she shuddered. Her cunt gripped my cock hard as she came. I smiled down at her enjoyment, pleased that I could do this for her. I wasn't finished though!

As Sara came down from her orgasm I leaned forward. "Lay on your side Sara love. Let's try something else!"

Sara smiled languidly, "Mmmm, sounds good!" She rolled sideways.

"Knees up, Sara, stick your arse out."

"You gonna fuck my arse again Mike, you dirty bugger!" I wasn't sure whether she wanted that but I had decided that this morning was going to be for her. I figured that, if she wanted to be fucked in the arse again she would ask so now, back to her wonderful cunt!

"No sweetheart, just your pussy." She smiled and nodded so I reckoned I had made the right decision. I bent at the knees again and offered up my cock to her pussy, stroking her lips with the tip. Like this her lips were available and I slipped easily back inside. Slower this time, to give her more time to enjoy being entered. I fucked her gently now, softly, as my hands stroked her thighs and buttocks. Occasionally I leaned forward and caressed her tits, squeezing both breast and nipple gently.

This position allows my cock to enter at a different angle and as I fucked Sara I was hoping that the tip was nudging her 'G' spot on each forward stroke. It seemed to be so for Sara was making plenty of noise as I rocked back and forth. I was enjoying the sight of such a gloriously beautiful young woman enjoying my cock fucking her gently but long and deep. As I fucked her I moved slightly now and again to provide Sara with a slightly different feeling as I drove into her. Another shudder, a loud sigh, and the I felt her vagina grip me again. Wonderful!

I leaned forward again and whispered, "OK?"

"Oh yes," Sara whispered softly.

"More?"

"More?"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

I pulled my still hard cock for the soft velvet heaven of her pussy and eased her face down, her thighs on the edge of the bed. He legs stretched out with the toes resting on the floor. Again, I could see her anus and had to thrust the desire to take her there again to the back of my mind. Instead, straddling her thighs, my cock found her cunt and I pushed slowly into her. In this position I could lean forward and drive downwards. I did, and kissed her neck and shoulders as I fucked her. Much harder this time – it's the position I suspect. It was bringing out the Mr Hyde in me!

I liked this for I could almost stand and fuck her, then lean forward and kiss her. Sara even managed to turn her head so that our lips could meet. "You are fabulous," I whispered as I fucked her, "bloody fabulous."

"Do it," she whispered, "fuck me hard Mike!" I did, as hard as I could, and I was rewarded by another shudder and a loud groan.

To be honest, although my cock had remained hard, my legs were beginning to feel the pressure so I pulled my cock out of her then threw myself down on my back in the middle of the bed. Sara recovered quickly and crawled over to me and knelt at my side. "I enjoyed that!" she smiled, "are you finished?"

"I think that's still awake," I laughed nodding down at my groin where my cock was still hard.

"Mmm, good!" With that Sara straddled my chest and began to rub her cunt over my body. She was very, very wet. I enjoyed every moment. Then she moved her cunt right over my face for a few minutes – more heaven as I tasted her juice and licked her. Now, she slid back, right down my body, until she captured my condom covered cock up against her cunt then, lifting her hips, lowered herself down on my erection.

"Fuck Sara," I managed as I enjoyed the feeling of her velvet softness enclosing my cock. "You are bloody marvellous!"

"Mmm, thank you," Sara murmured as she bounced up and down on my cock. I loved the feeling of her riding me, bouncing up and down, enjoying me. I reached up and toyed with her tits, her nipples, her hips and thighs. She leaned forward and we kissed as her arse moved on me. Her hands stroked my face, my neck, my shoulders. She seemed to be wanting to know me at this late date. I felt glorious. Her arse continued to work up and down on my cock as we kissed and fondled each other. I thrust upwards as Sara pressed down and we were soon in sync. It didn't take long before she groaned yet again. I felt more liquid on my cock and balls as her orgasm hit. She leaned forward, breathing deeply, as I moved slowly inside her, trying to prolong her enjoyment.




Sara



Finally, Sara rolled sideways and lay still. My cock was still hard and now I needed some relief. I reached down and slipped the condom off and began to stroke my cock. Sara leaned on one elbow and watched.

"What . . .?"

"I need . . . you know!"

Sara smiled, "What do you want Mike?" There was a wicked look in her eyes – I reckoned she knew exactly what I wanted.

"I want to cum in your mouth," I said breathlessly, looking into her eyes and hoping.

She smiled, "Just like in the movies?"

"I don't . . . Yes," I said finally, "just like in the movies."

"OK," she said with a wonderful smile, "go to it! Tell me when though!" She moved down to my waist as I continued to masturbate. Then her hand cupped my balls. Very nice indeed! I imagined fucking her arse without a condom, cumming inside her, feeling the heat of her rectum and my cum mixed together. It didn't take long before my body reacted.

"Now!" I whispered hoarsely as I felt my cum rising. Sara squeezed my balls gently. Her hand replaced mine and continued to stroke quickly. She bent her head and, as I began to cum, her mouth covered my cock head. She sucked as I pulsed.

I think I shouted her name! I'm not sure because the whole of my being was focussed on her mouth sucking spunk from my cock. Nothing existed but her. I couldn't see what she was doing, only feel it. Unfortunately, because this was my third in 24 hours, there wasn't too much for her and, after three pulses I was about drained. Sara, however, was happy to continue sucking, getting as much as she could from me.

"Oh fuck Sara," I finally managed to say breathlessly, "fuck!" Sara lifted her head, her hand still caressing cock and balls, and looked down at me. She smiled and she swallowed. I took a very deep breath. There is something about a woman swallowing my cum. It seems to mean a lot.

"Christ Sara," I said softly, "you are something else!"

"I do try," she said innocently and with a big smile. I reached up and pulled her down to me, our mouths meeting. I pushed my tongue gently between her lips, tasting my cum as I did so. It felt wonderful!

Finally we parted and lay back.

"Well?" I asked turning to her.

"Well what," she laughed cheekily.

"Any good?"

"Mmm, OK!" she laughed again, "pretty good!"

"Good!" I said laughing with her.

We moved then to the shower where we washed and dried each other. Then we dressed. I took the liberty of watching her dress so that I could fix the beauty of her in my mind then dressed myself.

We went downstairs and had breakfast together, me having to explain the need for an extra breakfast. That certainly caused a few interested looks and raised eyebrows from both the staff and some of the guests having breakfast. I enjoyed it, as did Sara I think.

After breakfast back to the room to sort things out. I noticed as Sara packed her bag, that she had packed a pair of jeans. We had joked about her wearing jeans.

"Jeans," I said with a smile, "and you didn't wear them!"

"No," she laughed, "didn't have a chance. Perhaps next time," she added softly as she turned away.

Next time! I took a deep breath. Next time! Wow. I didn't say anything just held onto the idea.

Then it was down to our cars. A final hug in the car park and I watched her walk away. I would have a wonderful memory of this night, I thought, and the possibility of another?




There it is. May write a sequel, not sure. Plenty of other things to write about! Please vote and comment. Thanks.



Sara AKA My Sister's Best Friend



"Wow." I said to myself as I stared out the window. The sight in front of me was one to behold. My older sister's best friend, Sara, was lounging by the pool in her green bikini. She was wearing large, black sunglasses and her long, brown hair was resting on her lightly tanned shoulders. The thin material of her bikini top was barley wide enough to cover her firm, round 34B breasts. I was pretty far away, but I was almost positive that I could see a little bit of her bush sticking out of her bottoms. My sister, Karen, was sitting next to her, but I had no interest in looking at her. 

Karen had invited Sara to spend the weekend at our house while my parents were gone. Karen was back home on summer break from college and I was out of high school for the same reason. It was my senior year and I had just turned eighteen a few weeks ago. Karen and Sara were both twenty. I had always had a thing for Sara. She was so fucking hot and seeing her long, sexy legs and perky, firm breasts lying by the pool had never failed to give my a stiff erection. 

Before I knew, I was rubbing my cock through my jeans as I watched Sara apply sun tan lotion to her chest. I was getting really hard now and I knew I would have to... relieve myself pretty soon. I was just about to head up to my room to finish up, when I heard a voice behind me.

"What the hell are you doing, Carson?" Karen's voice rang. She must have gotten up and used the sided door without me noticing. I pulled my hand away from my crotch and looked back at her.

"Nothing." I lied. 

"You were watching Sara, huh?" She laughed and my face turned red. 

"No!" I retorted. " I was just watching the sky."

"Whatever, freak." She rolled her eyes and went back outside. I sighed. That could have ended much worse, and I was very relieved that it hadn't. My cock as straining against my jeans still and I gave Sara's beautiful body one last fleeting look. I knew I couldn't hold out any longer and I ran up the stairs to my room. 

When I got up there, I started to fiddle with my belt buckle. I cursed the fact that I had worn a belt today. I should have expected that I would be jerking off at some point that day. Anytime Sara was around, I couldn't help myself. My cock ached for her and that just couldn't be helped. It didn't help that I was still a virgin either. I spent almost every night fantasizing about how a pussy would feel around my 8-inch long member. I had been close to experiencing it once, but my then girlfriend dumped me before we fucked. I had spent a few nights thinking about her while I jerked my shaft, but most nights it was Sara's perfect ass that was on my mind. 

I finally dropped my pants and my boxers, unleashing my fully erect shaft. It was pointing straight up at this point and seemed to be staring at me in anticipation. I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed it and laid down on the bed. I managed to wiggle out of my t-shirt as I began to stroke my cock. My eyes were clamped shut as I pictured Sara. In my mind, she was fondling her pert tits and pinching her hard nipples, while licking those sexy full, red lips of hers. As I stroked, I could feel that oh so familiar tightening in my balls. I started to massage them while I stroked my cock and kept fantasying. 

"Mmm Sara" I moaned aloud. "

"Oh!" I heard a voice and my eyes flew open to see Sara staring at me, wide-eyed. 

"Oh... um" My hands fell from my crotch, but my penis was still hard as a diamond. I looked at Sara with horror in my eyes. Sara stared back at me with a strange smirk on her face. 

"So, you do think I'm attractive, eh?" She asked in her innocent voice. She leaned in the doorway and my eyes fell to her breast that her still incased in the thin fabric of her bikini top. Were her nipples hard?" 

"I'm sorry." I said dejected. "I... I didn't...." She just smiled at me. 

"It's okay, Carson." She said as she took a step closer to me. "I know you want me." Her voice got a little deeper, sexier. 

"Wh-what?" I stammered. 

"Oh don't play dumb. I've seen you touch yourself while you were watching me at the pool and I've watched you masturbate before." She said as she sat down on the edge of my bed.

"What? When?" I demanded.

"Almost ever time I stay here." She replied with a shrug and a smile. 

"Oh..." I sighed. 

"Have you ever been with a woman?" She asked. 

I shook my head.

"Really? A good-looking guy like you isn't getting any? I would think you'd be a seasoned pro. What girl wouldn't want that thing in her pussy?" She pointed at my cock, which some how had gotten harder. "You have huge cock, Carson!" She gushed.

"Um... thank you." I replied. I was confused. Was she trying to...

"Do you want to fuck me, Carson?" She asked as she leaned over and started to run her delicate hand up my thigh and stopping just before it reached my balls. 

I was speechless. 

"Oh, come on, Carson. I know you want to." She said as her hand found my testicles and she gave them a soft squeeze. My cock ached. "Just say the words and I'll make your dreams come true. You do dream about me right? You dream about having your dick in my tight pussy?"

I nodded.

"Then just say you want to fuck me." She smiled.

"Bu-But," I stammered again. "Karen might see."

"She went to the store. She won't be back for a while."

"Oh." She moved her hand up to the base of my shaft and gently squeezed it. My eyes rolled back in my head at the sensation that was striking my dick. I shuddered at her delicate touch. She leaned in closer and put her lips to my ear. 

"Just say it." She whispered. "Say you want to fuck me, baby."

I was out of my mind now and I didn't put any more thought into it. "I want to fuck you." I moaned as she started to softly caress my penis. She giggled softly and started to lick my ear as her hand stroked my length. She started to kiss my lips and used her free hand to tickle my balls. I kissed her back, deeply and put my hands on her round ass. She pulled away from the kiss and kissed down my chest, stopping at my nipples for a second to suck on them, and then down to my throbbing manhood. 

She started to kiss my dick while she stroked it slowly. I looked down at her. I was shocked. I couldn't believe this was happening. Sara, my dream girl, was giving me a blowjob! I was in heaven. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she plunged her warm, wet mouth onto the head of my cock while her hand started beating faster up and down on the shaft. 

I through my head back in ecstasy and moaned. She removed her hand from my cock and started bobbing her head down the length, making sure I was completely in her mouth before she moved up to the give the head a hard suck then back down. Over and over again she dropped her beautiful face in my lap.

After a few more minutes, I could feel that familiar tightening feeling in my balls. She must have sensed it too because she pulled her mouth off, still stroking my rigid cock, and smiled up at me.

"Do you want to cum on my tits, baby?" She said, slowing her stroking on my dick. 

"Y-Yes" I said nervously. She just giggled at me and undid her bikini top. I watched the fabric fall to the ground and was amazed by the perky, grapefruit-sized tits staring at me. She told me to sit up, I did so, and she knelt between my legs, which her dangling off the side of the bed. She angled my cock so the tip was pointing at her fine tits and started to jerk me harder. I felt my eyes roll back in my head and I managed to get them focused on her just as I shot my load all over her chest. Her breasts glistened with my seed and I smiled at her as she continued to milk my cock. 

When she was satisfied with all the cum she had pulled from me, she took a finger and dipped it in the milky liquid on her chest, lifting it to her lips and sucking it off. She repeated this until all of the cum was gone. By then, my cock was hard again and aching for her. She looked at my hardness and licked the dried cum off of it.

"Looks like you want more." She said, in a deep sexy voice. 

I was no longer nervous; just extremely horny. "Fuck yeah I do." I replied. She smiled at my forcefulness and stood up. She slowly pulled her bikini bottoms down, showing me her wet pussy and threw them at my face. 

"You might want those later, baby." She said, leaning over and sitting on my lap, straddling my lap and kissing me softly. My cock was rubbing against the crack of her ass and it began to thrust in between her cheeks. She kissed me, deeply and her hand reached back. She wrapped her hand around my cock and began to lead it toward her hot pussy lips. I could feel the wetness dripping on it. I was almost in when...

"Sara! Where are you?" My sisters voice chimed from downstairs. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!, I screamed in my head. Sara looked into my eyes and smiled, a little disappointed. 

"It looks like I'll have to wait for your huge dick in my tight, wet pussy. What a shame." She gave my dick a quick squeeze and hopped off of me. She didn't put any clothes on, telling me I could hold on to her bikini, and she pranced into the hallway necked, heading toward the guest room she was staying in. I sighed and looked at her bikini bottoms, which were lying on my chest. I picked them up and looked at them for a moment and took a quick sniff(They were intoxicating) before wrapping them around my cock and taking care of myself, dreaming off what I was hoping would happen later. I'd have to wait a little longer to know the sensation of a woman's pussy gliding up and down on my cock but for now, I was content with my blowjob and her soft panties on my cock.