Sarah Redux - Part Five - Sex Stories

Sarah Redux - Part Five

... week of travel for her, sleeping in hotels, packing and unpacking, and she had driven for several hours to meet me at the Inn. Sometimes the body’s need for sexual attention and satisfaction overcomes a tired mind and body. Sarah needed her release; she wanted to cum. Then she would drift into a much-needed deep, restful sleep. I nibbled my way down Sarah’s stomach, bending her legs at the knees and pushing them apart, until her wet kitten was exposed for the taking. Her inner thighs were already wet with her honey. Her pussy lips had flowered, exposing her already swollen clit with its light brown, wrinkled hood. She reached out to each side, grasping the bed sheets with her fingers in anticipation of my touching her open slit. I ran my fingers lightly over her inner thighs, coming close, but not touching her sex, while I blew softly on her moist opening. She squirmed and pushed her hips up, wanting my tongue between her lips. I took Sarah by the ankles and pushed her knees back by her head. She let go of the sheets and used her arms to hold her legs back and open. I explored every fold and crevice of her pussy, buried my tongue deep into her wet hole, and finally flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit hood, being careful not to touch the sensitive nub, which was now protruding from its cover. “I’m ready. I’m there. Make me cum.” She had warned me that she would cum quickly. “No teasing. Please. Make me cum.” I like to tease. And for the moment, I was prepared to ...

... bring her to the edge a few times, letting her orgasm build, before letting her have the release she now craved. Sarah liked to be teased and edged. It was among her favorite pleasures. This would not be the first time that Sarah had asked me not to tease her; that she needed to cum. Such comments, appeals, pleas, and even begging are expected, even desired, when the teasing and edging pushes her tolerance for intense pleasure and she moves closer to her inevitable explosion of happiness and satisfaction. But there was something in her voice this time that indicated that she was serious; that she needed to cum, that this was not the time for playing. I spread the wrinkled, fleshy hood surrounding her clit and slowly worked my tongue around the engorged orb. Sarah began to shake and moan. Her breathing became rapid. Then there was just one long moan interrupted only by gasps for air. “Suck it. Suck my clit.” It was both a plea and a directive; an expressed desire and a command. There was desperation, anxiety and arousal in her voice. I sucked Sarah’s clit into my mouth and ran my tongue over and around the distended nub. She reached out and clutched the bed sheets once again, grunting and moaning. Using my tongue, I pushed her inflamed clit in and out between my lips, as Sarah’s body shivered and jerked. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Then there was silence; the quiet that stills the air just before her orgasm; the point in her journey when the pleasure is so strong, so intense, that every ...