Sarah Redux - Part One - Sex Stories

Sarah Redux - Part One

... lust and desire. “There it is. That’s the look. God, the way you look at me; that hungry, needy, crazed look. I get chills up my spine; pleasure spreads over my body, and I get so wet. I love that you want me; need me.” My mind was racing. I wanted to do everything with my hands, mouth, tongue, and cock, all at once. But before I could move, Sarah had lowered herself to her knees in front of me and was undoing the belt on my pants. “Can I see it? Let me see it?” I lifted my ass a little, slid my pants down to my ankles and then off, and sat back as Sarah stared at my hard shaft, standing straight and already leaking pre-cum. There is a certain thrill; a tingling throughout one’s body; a soft, velvet pleasure felt all the way to one’s core, when a woman like Sarah stares at your cock. And it was a stare; her eyes were fixed on my erection as though she was in a trance. Sarah ran her tongue over her lips as she looked at my full manhood. There was eagerness in her eyes; a desire; a hunger; a need to touch my cock; to hold it, stroke it, and taste it. Yet she held back, hesitant, apprehensive, even shaking a little. “God, it’s beautiful. Fucking beautiful. I had forgotten how big it was,” she said as she put her hands on my thighs and edged forward. Sarah held my cock in her hand like it was an old friend. She stared at it, stroking it lightly, as pre-cum oozed out of the tip and ran down the shaft, over her fingers. Carefully and slowly, she eased her lips over the swollen ...

... head, and made love to my cock with her warm, wet mouth. For several minutes, I caressed Sarah’s hair and watched her devour my manhood. Deep in my core, I felt the beginnings of a body consuming orgasm. “Can we go to your bed?” she asked, lifting her head just enough to look into my eyes and convey her urgent need for more. I got off the couch and led Sarah into my bedroom. Just before we reached the bed she stopped me and we kissed. I felt the smooth skin on her back and ass, as we tongue battled. Her hard nipples poked into my chest; my erection pressed on her abdomen. “Please go slow,” she whispered. “It’s been a long time.” “And no anal; I haven’t done that in a couple of years.” Sarah climbed onto the bed, staying on her hands and knees, giving me a view of her pussy and ass. Then there was one of those moments of confusion. I wanted her pussy and ass, but also wanted her to suck my cock. She wanted to suck my cock, but also wanted me in her pussy. “I want to play with it,” she said, reaching out and grasping my hard shaft. I lie on my back and let Sarah take my rod in her soft hands. “Hi Michael’s cock. Remember me?” Sarah kissed my rigid shaft all over, licked the sensitive head, and slowly stroked it. She talked to my cock, telling it how much she missed it and how much she wanted it. She ran the pre-cum covered head all over her chin, lips nose and cheeks. Sarah may have not had sex in over a year, but her skills with a cock had not been diminished. Sarah continued to ...