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Sarah’s phone call was quite a surprise. I had not seen her in over four years.
We met in the park across the street from my condo and spent the afternoon lying in the sun, talking and catching up on each other’s lives.
She was the same Sarah that I had known, with a few changes. She was more refined; grown up; chic; her hair was longer and styled; she was thinner, but in shape, with muscular shoulders, arms and legs; and, she wore makeup and dark red nail polish.
She had developed into a young, attractive, fashionable business woman.
There was another difference as well.
“I’ve changed, Michael. I’m a little more celibate than you may recall. I’m not that wild girl that you had sex with all the time.”
“Changed?” I asked.
Sarah, it seemed, had limited sex while in Europe, and almost no sex when back in the U.S., concentrating her efforts instead on her design and art work, and her career.
I invited her up to my condo, but she declined, indicating that she had another commitment.
We parted company in the late afternoon, with a promise to see each other again soon.
I went back to my condo, amazed at how beautiful and worldly Sarah had become; disappointed that she had chosen a more celibate life-style.
The very next day, Sarah showed up at my door.
“I didn’t have plans last night. It was an excuse. I was afraid to come up here and be alone with you. I knew you would want sex. And, I knew that I would say yes.”
I was surprised, confused, but happy to see her again.
Nothing more was said.
Sensing that I was a bit addled, Sarah took my hand and led me to the couch where we sat down. As she had done so many times before, Sarah turned her back to me, looked over her shoulder, and with a slight, inviting smile, asked for a back rub.
Clothes were removed. We moved from the couch to my bed. Sarah straddled me and slid her wet pussy down over my cock until I was fully in her. She came within a few minutes. I followed with an explosion of my seed inside her love hole.
It was still early in the afternoon. I quickly searched for, and found the big manila envelope that contained many of the pictures Sarah had taken years before. Some of the pictures were of me; many were of her; and some were of others with whom we had shared her bed.
We lay on top of the bed covers, snuggling against each other, looking at the photos, and reliving how this young college girl had taken a sexually inexperienced older guy, taught him so much about being with a woman, and gave him experiences that he would remember the rest of his life.
Sarah held my very limp cock in her hand, and as we talked and looked at the pictures, she squeezed it, stroked it and rubbed her thumb over the sensitive head, spreading pre-cum all around my shaft.
It wasn’t until I felt a spasm of pleasure run from the end of my cock to my balls that I realized that I was fully hard again and being stroked by Sarah with two hands.
After a few minutes of tweaking and pinching Sarah’s nipples, running my fingers over her still wet, swollen pussy lips, and some tongue-battling, messy kissing, we were both ready for a second round of pleasure play.
Sarah was again the aggressor, climbing on top of me. This time she faced my feet, and held my shaft steady with one hand while she positioned it under her slit and slid down on my cock.
She knew that I liked the view of her pussy and ass, and the position she had settled into certainly gave me the view that I liked. Ordinarily, I might reach out and slide a finger over her asshole. Instead, I just lay back and enjoyed both the pleasure of her moist pussy sliding up and down on my pole and the view.
Eventually, Sarah lay back on top of me, steadying herself with her hands to her sides and her feet on the mattress, while I fucked her love hole and held her by her tits.
I rolled her over onto her knees. This was the way we both liked it. Her ass and pussy up in the air, ready to be taken, and my hard shaft in her slit.
I fucked Sarah doggie, pulling on her hair, slapping her ass, and driving my shaft deep into her dripping hole. She moaned and clutched at the bed sheets with her hands and fingers.
“Fuck yes. Harder. Please. I love it. Fuck my pussy.”
Maybe it was my imagination, but Sarah seemed louder than I had recalled.
She had such a beautiful, shapely, world-class ass, and it was right there in front of me. Her puckered hole stared up at me, and winked at me with each thrust of my shaft. God, I loved to fuck her in the ass.
Maybe, despite her directive about no anal sex, I’d just see if she was interested in a little anal play.
I wet my finger and just touched her asshole.
Whether it was from the pleasure she experienced from my finger on her asshole, or the unexpected touch, or both, Sarah’s body jerked. She said nothing,other than a long, low deep moan of pleasure.
I ran the tip of my finger over her asshole, touching it lightly, teasing her.
Again, nothing was said that could be interpreted as a meaningful word, just long, low, deep moans.
I pulled hard on Sarah’s hair, increased the speed of my cock thrusts, watched her tits sway violently side-to-side, and continued to lightly touch her asshole, tickling it, and making it pulse open and closed with each contact.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she whispered.
Was Sarah telling me to put my finger in her ass? Or, was she just letting me know that everything I was doing felt good?
I slid just the tip of my finger into her asshole. Sarah responded with another low, deep moan and sudden body jerk. She reached back with one hand and pulled her ass cheek open. Taking all of that as an invitation to do more, I slid my finger into her ass up to the knuckle.
“Fuck Yes. Yes. Yes.”
With two fingers slamming into Sarah’s ass, and my hard shaft sliding deep and hard into her pussy, and a few hard, stinging slaps to her ass cheek, Sarah did not last long.
As I drove my cock into her love hole, her juices splattered in all directions, covering my balls and stomach. A long, loud, open mouth, guttural sound came from deep within her core.
“Oh God. Oh God,” were the only intelligible words I heard. The rest was just mumbling, crying, mewing and moaning, mixed with some Ooohhhs, Aaahhhs and Uuunnnggghhhs.
Sarah came hard, screaming for me to fuck her harder, shaking, and ripping the bed sheets off of the mattress. I pulled her hair back, kept my fingers in her ass, drove my cock deep into her pussy, and tried not to fall off her.
When it was over, she did not move, other than a few involuntary body jerks and some shaking and shuddering. Her face was sideways and flat on the mattress. Her hair was spread partly over her face and stuck to her forehead. And she remained on her knees, with her ass and pussy raised into the air.
For the next few minutes Sarah just moaned softly, staring off into the distance as if in a trance, with her hands lying limp by her side. Tears ran from the corners of her eyes, and spittle drooled from the corner of her open mouth.
I slowly slid my still hard cock in and out of her pussy. With the exception of a whole body twitch or two, Sarah did not move.
“Did you cum?” were her first whispered words, as she shook her head a little to come out of her pleasure daze.
“No,” was my breathless response.
A few more minutes went by. Sarah was still trying to catch her breath; I was still slowly fucking her pussy, holding her by her hips.
Finally, Sarah pushed herself up on her hands, and I slid my stiff rod out of her slit. She grabbed the towel I had placed on the bed to keep a wet spot from forming on the bed clothes, and wiped the tears and spittle from her face, along with the sheen of sweat that had formed on her forehead and cheeks. Then she wiped off the juices and cum that had run down the inside of her thighs to her knees.
“Lie down,” was her order, as she finished wiping off her thighs.
I lay on my back with my manhood pointing to the ceiling. Sarah knelt next to me and took my shaft in both her hands.
Her first slow stroke caused an abundant amount of pre-cum to spurt out and run down my rod over her fingers. Her second stroke produced even more of the thick fluid. She rubbed the sticky juice all over my cock, and particularly tormented me by rubbing it slowly over the sensitive head of my cock with her finger tips.
Sarah’s pre-cum lubricated fingers sliding over the nerve-filled head of my shaft almost made me cum. She stopped just in time.
Sarah always gave a high-quality hand job or blow job. And, she was a master at playing with and teasing a cock. She had not lost her touch.
She slowly stroked my shaft with two hands, keeping me near to, but not at the point of no return. Each time I felt those little pulses in my balls and base of my cock, the precursors to uncontrollable spurts of cum, Sarah would stop or slow down, keeping me from shooting my load.
I wasn’t sure if Sarah was teasing me and my cock, testing her long unused skills, or just re-acquainting herself with my manhood, as if my cock was an old friend she had enjoyed in the past. Whatever it was, I liked it, and knew that I was going to cum hard.
I reached back with a free hand and ran my fingers lightly over the smooth skin of her ass.
Sarah got on her knees, bent down and put her face in close to my cock. Every time she ran her hands down my slick shaft, exposing the sensitive skin on the head of my cock, she flicked her tongue all over the head, licking off all the pre-cum fluid and sending little electric shocks of pleasure down my shaft.
I reached back further and slid my fingers into her wet slit.
Sarah slowly, teasingly stroked my shaft and cock head with her pre-cum covered hands. I lost all awareness of my surroundings. Eventually, I went somewhere deep within myself, lost in my own little world of pleasure.
Sarah stroked my cock slowly and lightly, keeping me on the edge. It was unbearable, agonizing, and excruciating. It was wonderful, amazing, and incredibly pleasurable.
“I’m going to cum,” I yelled as I neared the point of no return, as if Sarah needed a warning.
Sarah began to aggressively stroke my shaft hard and fast.
“Cum for me. Cum for me,” she urged, as web-like strings of pre-cum flew out and around, many catching and sticking to her face and arms.
I know I groaned loudly. I know I arched my back high off of the bed, and twisted my rigid body as Sarah pounded hard on my shaft. I know that the pleasure was so intense that it hurt.
Blood rushed to my head. I thought I was going to explode.
And then, suddenly, there was release. A flood of pleasure raced through every nerve and fiber in my body. Lines of cum rushed through my shaft and spewed out of my swollen cock head. Again and again and again I erupted. Long ribbons of cum flew through the air, landing somewhere, everywhere. I did not care.
“I want cum. I want more cum.” Sarah yelled over and over, as she tried to squeeze every last drop of cum out of my shaft.
Every ounce of my strength had passed through my shaft and out of the end of my cock. I collapsed back onto the bed in a breathless haze of pleasure, shaking, trembling, and enjoying the aftermath of an intense orgasm.
Sarah’s face and chest collapsed onto my stomach. Her eyes were closed. Cum drooled out of her open mouth and joined with patches of cum on her cheek and chin and dripped onto my stomach. Lines of cum had splashed through her hair.
My fingers were still in her pussy. She still held my deflating, cum leaking member in her hand.
Yeah! Sarah was back!
We met in the park across the street from my condo and spent the afternoon lying in the sun, talking and catching up on each other’s lives.
She was the same Sarah that I had known, with a few changes. She was more refined; grown up; chic; her hair was longer and styled; she was thinner, but in shape, with muscular shoulders, arms and legs; and, she wore makeup and dark red nail polish.
She had developed into a young, attractive, fashionable business woman.
There was another difference as well.
“I’ve changed, Michael. I’m a little more celibate than you may recall. I’m not that wild girl that you had sex with all the time.”
“Changed?” I asked.
Sarah, it seemed, had limited sex while in Europe, and almost no sex when back in the U.S., concentrating her efforts instead on her design and art work, and her career.
I invited her up to my condo, but she declined, indicating that she had another commitment.
We parted company in the late afternoon, with a promise to see each other again soon.
I went back to my condo, amazed at how beautiful and worldly Sarah had become; disappointed that she had chosen a more celibate life-style.
The very next day, Sarah showed up at my door.
“I didn’t have plans last night. It was an excuse. I was afraid to come up here and be alone with you. I knew you would want sex. And, I knew that I would say yes.”
I was surprised, confused, but happy to see her again.
Nothing more was said.
Sensing that I was a bit addled, Sarah took my hand and led me to the couch where we sat down. As she had done so many times before, Sarah turned her back to me, looked over her shoulder, and with a slight, inviting smile, asked for a back rub.
Clothes were removed. We moved from the couch to my bed. Sarah straddled me and slid her wet pussy down over my cock until I was fully in her. She came within a few minutes. I followed with an explosion of my seed inside her love hole.
It was still early in the afternoon. I quickly searched for, and found the big manila envelope that contained many of the pictures Sarah had taken years before. Some of the pictures were of me; many were of her; and some were of others with whom we had shared her bed.
We lay on top of the bed covers, snuggling against each other, looking at the photos, and reliving how this young college girl had taken a sexually inexperienced older guy, taught him so much about being with a woman, and gave him experiences that he would remember the rest of his life.
Sarah held my very limp cock in her hand, and as we talked and looked at the pictures, she squeezed it, stroked it and rubbed her thumb over the sensitive head, spreading pre-cum all around my shaft.
It wasn’t until I felt a spasm of pleasure run from the end of my cock to my balls that I realized that I was fully hard again and being stroked by Sarah with two hands.
After a few minutes of tweaking and pinching Sarah’s nipples, running my fingers over her still wet, swollen pussy lips, and some tongue-battling, messy kissing, we were both ready for a second round of pleasure play.
Sarah was again the aggressor, climbing on top of me. This time she faced my feet, and held my shaft steady with one hand while she positioned it under her slit and slid down on my cock.
She knew that I liked the view of her pussy and ass, and the position she had settled into certainly gave me the view that I liked. Ordinarily, I might reach out and slide a finger over her asshole. Instead, I just lay back and enjoyed both the pleasure of her moist pussy sliding up and down on my pole and the view.
Eventually, Sarah lay back on top of me, steadying herself with her hands to her sides and her feet on the mattress, while I fucked her love hole and held her by her tits.
I rolled her over onto her knees. This was the way we both liked it. Her ass and pussy up in the air, ready to be taken, and my hard shaft in her slit.
I fucked Sarah doggie, pulling on her hair, slapping her ass, and driving my shaft deep into her dripping hole. She moaned and clutched at the bed sheets with her hands and fingers.
“Fuck yes. Harder. Please. I love it. Fuck my pussy.”
Maybe it was my imagination, but Sarah seemed louder than I had recalled.
She had such a beautiful, shapely, world-class ass, and it was right there in front of me. Her puckered hole stared up at me, and winked at me with each thrust of my shaft. God, I loved to fuck her in the ass.
Maybe, despite her directive about no anal sex, I’d just see if she was interested in a little anal play.
I wet my finger and just touched her asshole.
Whether it was from the pleasure she experienced from my finger on her asshole, or the unexpected touch, or both, Sarah’s body jerked. She said nothing,other than a long, low deep moan of pleasure.
I ran the tip of my finger over her asshole, touching it lightly, teasing her.
Again, nothing was said that could be interpreted as a meaningful word, just long, low, deep moans.
I pulled hard on Sarah’s hair, increased the speed of my cock thrusts, watched her tits sway violently side-to-side, and continued to lightly touch her asshole, tickling it, and making it pulse open and closed with each contact.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she whispered.
Was Sarah telling me to put my finger in her ass? Or, was she just letting me know that everything I was doing felt good?
I slid just the tip of my finger into her asshole. Sarah responded with another low, deep moan and sudden body jerk. She reached back with one hand and pulled her ass cheek open. Taking all of that as an invitation to do more, I slid my finger into her ass up to the knuckle.
“Fuck Yes. Yes. Yes.”
With two fingers slamming into Sarah’s ass, and my hard shaft sliding deep and hard into her pussy, and a few hard, stinging slaps to her ass cheek, Sarah did not last long.
As I drove my cock into her love hole, her juices splattered in all directions, covering my balls and stomach. A long, loud, open mouth, guttural sound came from deep within her core.
“Oh God. Oh God,” were the only intelligible words I heard. The rest was just mumbling, crying, mewing and moaning, mixed with some Ooohhhs, Aaahhhs and Uuunnnggghhhs.
Sarah came hard, screaming for me to fuck her harder, shaking, and ripping the bed sheets off of the mattress. I pulled her hair back, kept my fingers in her ass, drove my cock deep into her pussy, and tried not to fall off her.
When it was over, she did not move, other than a few involuntary body jerks and some shaking and shuddering. Her face was sideways and flat on the mattress. Her hair was spread partly over her face and stuck to her forehead. And she remained on her knees, with her ass and pussy raised into the air.
For the next few minutes Sarah just moaned softly, staring off into the distance as if in a trance, with her hands lying limp by her side. Tears ran from the corners of her eyes, and spittle drooled from the corner of her open mouth.
I slowly slid my still hard cock in and out of her pussy. With the exception of a whole body twitch or two, Sarah did not move.
“Did you cum?” were her first whispered words, as she shook her head a little to come out of her pleasure daze.
“No,” was my breathless response.
A few more minutes went by. Sarah was still trying to catch her breath; I was still slowly fucking her pussy, holding her by her hips.
Finally, Sarah pushed herself up on her hands, and I slid my stiff rod out of her slit. She grabbed the towel I had placed on the bed to keep a wet spot from forming on the bed clothes, and wiped the tears and spittle from her face, along with the sheen of sweat that had formed on her forehead and cheeks. Then she wiped off the juices and cum that had run down the inside of her thighs to her knees.
“Lie down,” was her order, as she finished wiping off her thighs.
I lay on my back with my manhood pointing to the ceiling. Sarah knelt next to me and took my shaft in both her hands.
Her first slow stroke caused an abundant amount of pre-cum to spurt out and run down my rod over her fingers. Her second stroke produced even more of the thick fluid. She rubbed the sticky juice all over my cock, and particularly tormented me by rubbing it slowly over the sensitive head of my cock with her finger tips.
Sarah’s pre-cum lubricated fingers sliding over the nerve-filled head of my shaft almost made me cum. She stopped just in time.
Sarah always gave a high-quality hand job or blow job. And, she was a master at playing with and teasing a cock. She had not lost her touch.
She slowly stroked my shaft with two hands, keeping me near to, but not at the point of no return. Each time I felt those little pulses in my balls and base of my cock, the precursors to uncontrollable spurts of cum, Sarah would stop or slow down, keeping me from shooting my load.
I wasn’t sure if Sarah was teasing me and my cock, testing her long unused skills, or just re-acquainting herself with my manhood, as if my cock was an old friend she had enjoyed in the past. Whatever it was, I liked it, and knew that I was going to cum hard.
I reached back with a free hand and ran my fingers lightly over the smooth skin of her ass.
Sarah got on her knees, bent down and put her face in close to my cock. Every time she ran her hands down my slick shaft, exposing the sensitive skin on the head of my cock, she flicked her tongue all over the head, licking off all the pre-cum fluid and sending little electric shocks of pleasure down my shaft.
I reached back further and slid my fingers into her wet slit.
Sarah slowly, teasingly stroked my shaft and cock head with her pre-cum covered hands. I lost all awareness of my surroundings. Eventually, I went somewhere deep within myself, lost in my own little world of pleasure.
Sarah stroked my cock slowly and lightly, keeping me on the edge. It was unbearable, agonizing, and excruciating. It was wonderful, amazing, and incredibly pleasurable.
“I’m going to cum,” I yelled as I neared the point of no return, as if Sarah needed a warning.
Sarah began to aggressively stroke my shaft hard and fast.
“Cum for me. Cum for me,” she urged, as web-like strings of pre-cum flew out and around, many catching and sticking to her face and arms.
I know I groaned loudly. I know I arched my back high off of the bed, and twisted my rigid body as Sarah pounded hard on my shaft. I know that the pleasure was so intense that it hurt.
Blood rushed to my head. I thought I was going to explode.
And then, suddenly, there was release. A flood of pleasure raced through every nerve and fiber in my body. Lines of cum rushed through my shaft and spewed out of my swollen cock head. Again and again and again I erupted. Long ribbons of cum flew through the air, landing somewhere, everywhere. I did not care.
“I want cum. I want more cum.” Sarah yelled over and over, as she tried to squeeze every last drop of cum out of my shaft.
Every ounce of my strength had passed through my shaft and out of the end of my cock. I collapsed back onto the bed in a breathless haze of pleasure, shaking, trembling, and enjoying the aftermath of an intense orgasm.
Sarah’s face and chest collapsed onto my stomach. Her eyes were closed. Cum drooled out of her open mouth and joined with patches of cum on her cheek and chin and dripped onto my stomach. Lines of cum had splashed through her hair.
My fingers were still in her pussy. She still held my deflating, cum leaking member in her hand.
Yeah! Sarah was back!
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