Sarah – Part Fifteen

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The next few weeks were frustrating ones. I was finishing school papers that were due. Sarah was finishing artwork and photography for her portfolio and preparing for some early exams. The net result was that we were lucky to see each other once or twice a week. As well, Dave and Julie, our house mates, were coming to the end of their two year graduate program and were spending more time at the house on weekends. In late February, I woke to the sound of Sarah coming into my room in the middle of the night. Sarah did not like to come upstairs to see me, fearing that Dave or Julie would hear her and our little secret would be revealed. For some reason, never explained to me, Sarah did not want Julie, in particular, to know that we were sleeping together. For Sarah to be entering my room in the middle of the night, then, it must be important. To Sarah on this night, it was important. Sarah had just started her period. She had been very horny, having gone three weeks or so without any sex. And, now she was beginning her period, a time when she became super horny and needy. She had tried to control her urges and needs, but just could not take it anymore. She needed my attention, and did not care that it was 3:00 a.m. She slipped out of her robe and slid into bed next to me. “I’m sorry.” She said. “But I need you. I’ve got my period, I’m beyond horny, and I need to get some relief.” Despite having just woken from a deep sleep, and still in a little fog, I knew what to do. This was not our first time taking care of Sarah’s needs when she was having her period. “Please, no teasing. Just get me to cum,” she quickly added. Sarah positioned herself so that we were facing each other, with her upper leg hooked over my hip and around my back. She held on so tightly that I could not move my hand down to her pussy. “Loosen it up a bit,” I suggested. Sarah bent at the waist, giving me the room I needed to find and play with her love button. When Sarah had her period, it was her clit that became the center of our attention. This night it would be no different. There was maybe fifteen minutes of deep tongue twisting and battling kissing, embracing, heavy breathing, muted moaning, and two wet fingers rubbing her clit, before Sarah told me that she was getting ready to cum. She didn’t scream that she was going to cum; nor did she whisper it. She just said, “I’m going to cum,” like it was part of our normal, everyday conversation. I pulled her close, pushed part of my blanket into her mouth to quiet her sounds, held on and rubbed her clit a little harder and faster. Sarah came with a series of muffled screams, biting down hard on the blanket in her mouth, holding my neck and head so hard that I could not breathe, and digging her mersin escort fingernails into my back. Her muted screams died down, but her body kept on shaking and jerking for a few minutes after her orgasm. I held her until she had settled down and was breathing easier. “I’ll be right back,” she said, after resting next to me for a few minutes. She left, went into the upstairs bathroom for several minutes, and then returned, all without making even the slightest noise. Sliding back into my bed, Sarah moved under the covers, took hold of my still stiff shaft and put my cock into her mouth. Sarah, good at cock sucking, made me cum in less than five minutes. I held my pillow over my face to stifle the loud “Aaaaaahhhhhhh” that was coming out of my mouth. Sarah swallowed every drop of cum that I could give her, emerged from the covers, gave me a kiss on the cheek, thanked me and quietly left. I lay there, still breathing heavily, enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm. A few more weeks went by, bringing us into March, and ever closer to Sarah’s graduation and her leaving for her job. There was still a school vacation period to come in mid-March. The previous holiday school break, Sarah and I had hit our peak of sexual activity. It was during that week off that Sarah and I had the house to ourselves and had enjoyed some variety of sex almost every day and sometimes two or three times a day. During that holiday vacation period I probably learned the most about sex, teasing and toys, and had my first experiences with more than one woman at the same time. It was also a week that ended with both of us exhausted and sore. The March vacation period, therefore, was something I had already begun to think about. In the first weekend of March, Dave and Julie went home again. More and more, as their graduation approached, they were moving things to their parent’s homes, looking for an apartment of their own and continuing with their wedding plans. On that weekend, Sarah was out late on Friday night. I went to bed around mid-night, and she had not returned home by that time. Sometime around 10:00 a.m. on Saturday morning, Sarah came to my room wearing her pink bathrobe, and sat on the edge of my bed. “Time to get up,” she said, shaking me. “What have you got planned for today?” “Nothing,” I grumbled, wondering how she could be so energetic when she had been out so late. “Do you want coffee?” she asked. “I want you,” I told her. “Coffee first,” was her reply as she stood and went back downstairs. I put on my work-out pants and a T shirt and walked down to the kitchen. Having not been alone with Sarah for almost two weeks, I was already thinking about her, this weekend alone, and what we might do to pleasure each other. mersin escort bayan As often happens when thinking such thoughts, I entered the kitchen with a large bulge in my pants. “Impressive,” Sarah said, sipping her coffee and looking at the bulge. I walked toward her, but apparently sensing that I might want more than coffee at that moment, she shoved a cup of coffee in front of me. We stood facing each other, sipping our coffee. Nothing was said. Have I ever pointed out that Sarah is not shy when it comes to sex? With that little smile she has when she’s feeling wicked, she reached out and ran her fingernails over my stiff cock, still hidden by the fabric of my work out pants. Just her one little touch and my cock twitched and sought release from its confines. After running her fingers over my hard member a few times, Sarah stepped back and leaned against the counter top, and just stared at me. Something was different. I could sense it, but did not know what it was. “Do you want me?” Sarah asked, with a smile and a little girlish tilt of her head. “Yes I do.” I responded in a calm voice. What I was really thinking was “duh!” “Then take me.” she said. “Take me right here.” I removed my pants, letting my swollen erection pop out. “Mmmmmm. That is nice,” she said staring at my member. Sarah put her coffee cup on the counter, turned towards me and slipped off her robe, holding the robe in her hand. For a few seconds, she stood naked in front of me, and I stood naked in front of her, wearing only my T shirt. Nothing was said. Nothing had to be said. The way she looked at me and the expression on her face was enough to let me know that she wanted me, and I could have her any way I wanted. True to form, however, Sarah had already decided when, where and how I could have her. She walked over to the kitchen table, spread her robe on the table top, bent over so that her face and breasts were flat on the table, and spread her legs. She arched her back, giving me her bare ass and pussy, and looked back at me with the lust of a woman who wanted to be taken. “Fuck me until I scream,” she said with a smile. “Give me your cock. All of it. You know how I like it.” She was surprisingly already very wet. My shaft slid into her pussy all the way up to my balls, and Sarah let out a long grunt of pleasure. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back and began to fuck her hard. Sarah held onto the sides of the table, which shook with each of my thrusts. This was not playful or slow sex. When she was in this kind of mood, she wanted it to be rough and hard, and I wanted to accommodate her. I fucked Sarah until her legs hurt from standing and girding herself against my thrusts. I pulled my shaft escort mersin out of her dripping pussy, stood her up, and had every intention of moving us to the living room couch or chair where we could continue our little venture. Sarah had another idea, and, as usual, her idea was better than mine. “The stairs,” was all she said. She took me by the hand and moved us quickly over to the carpeted stairs to the second floor and prostrated herself on the first few steps of the stairs. Looking back at me with a “please fuck me” look, she crawled up two or three more steps, and arched her back, emphasizing her ass and pussy. “You know that when you do that with your ass and pussy it drives me crazy,” I said. “Why do you think I do it?” she responded with a smile. I stepped up behind her, kneeling on a step, and slid my cock back into her pussy. I fucked her hard as she grabbed for the stair railing and tried to crawl up more steps. For Sarah, her tits and nipples brushed against the stairs as they swung back and forth, and she screamed and moaned, knowing that there was no one else in the house who could hear her. “Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard; harder. Unnnggghhhh! Unnnnggghhh!” With every hard, deep thrust of my cock, Sarah let out a grunt of pleasure. Spread out on the stairs, grasping at the railing, newels and stairs with her hands, screaming and moaning, Sarah took each deep thrust of my cock, telling me how good it felt. Her pussy was soaked. Each time I slammed my cock into her slit her juices splattered and there was a “squish” noise. Then Sarah went silent. All that could be heard was the sound of my cock ramming Sarah’s pussy and my heavy breathing. I knew that when she could no longer form words, or scream, or even moan, that the pleasure of fucking had consumed her and she was about to cum. I wet my thumb and slid it into her asshole. Something in her ass, anything, as she was about to cum, ratcheted up the intensity of her orgasm tenfold. It was no different this time. Her back arched; her body strained; her mouth was wide open; and she took deep breaths, followed by long sounds, noises that seemed to grow higher in pitch with every thrust of my member.. She shook and cried out, “I going to cum. I’m going to cum; don’t stop. Oh God. Oh God.” Sarah had her orgasm, holding onto the stairs and the handrail, screaming at me to not stop. Her pussy fluid ran down her slit and inner thighs, and all over the stairs. I continued to fuck her hard not stopping until she slumped down onto the stairs and put her hand back on my hip as a way of telling me to stop. I was sweating and trying to catch my breath. “God, that was good,” I said. “I love to watch and hear you cum.” “Did you cum?” she asked, still out of breath. “No,” I said, continuing to breathe hard myself. We both lay on the steps, trying to catch our breath. I was about to roll Sarah over and put my cock in her mouth and enjoy a warm, wet blow job, when Sarah looked back at me.

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