Sarah Redux - Part Two - Sex Stories

Sarah Redux - Part Two

... 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 ...