Sarah Redux - Part Five - Sex Stories

Sarah Redux - Part Five

... muscle tightens and strains, every nerve is on fire, and words cannot be formed nor sounds generated. The only thing that could be heard in our room by the sea was the slurping sound of my mouth sucking on Sarah’s sensitive, swollen and inflamed clit. I slid two fingers into Sarah’s dripping pussy. She let go of her legs and planted the soles of her feet on the mattress. Her now-taut body rose off the bed, back arched, and her head and neck bent back. Her body rolled slightly to one side. The loud grunting and groaning of a deep, powerful, full body orgasm came from deep within Sarah’s core. “Uuunnnggghhh. Uuunnngggghhhh. Uuunnggghhh.” Sarah’s orgasm lasted, it seemed, for minutes. My nose, chin and hand were covered with her nectar, as was the bed sheet. She grabbed my head with both hands and squeezed so hard that I got a headache. “Stop. That’s enough. Stop,” she said in a high pitched voice, out of breath, as she settled back to the bed and pushed my head away from her pussy. Sarah lay back, eyes closed, a slight film of sweat on her forehead, upper lip, and upper breasts, gasping for air, and moaning softly. Her pussy juices oozed down her swollen lips, over her ass, and dripped onto the bed. I nibbled at her labia while she recovered. If I had known better, been more observant, I would have realized that Sarah was done for the evening, exhausted from her trip, our time out on the jetty and her orgasm. I just assumed that she would want to cum again. That is what she ...

... liked; what we had always done. I held her legs back, and began to explore her asshole with my tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue around her puckered hole. There were moans of pleasure, but little movement or encouragement to continue. Sarah was done. She could have yelled for me to stop. She could have pushed me away or just rolled over onto her side. Instead, she pulled me up by the arm until I was next to her, softly kissed my cheek, quietly thanked me for her orgasm, and offered to take care of my swollen manhood, grasping the head and upper part of my rigid shaft with her hand. Despite my own need to cum and wanting to take her up on her offer, it was easy to see that Sarah was done, exhausted and already fighting off sleep. I got out of bed and walked across the room to the bathroom, my pre-cum leaking erection waving back and forth, where I secured one of the larger Inn towels. Back at the bed, I rolled Sarah over onto her side and, using the towel, I covered the considerable wet spot on the bed sheet. Sarah rolled back over and continued to drip her juices onto the towel. I shut off the light and climbed into bed. For us, it was still an early evening, even though it was approaching 11:00 p.m. Sarah cuddled next to me and was asleep in seconds. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a severe thunderstorm that was blowing the window drapes and shades almost vertical, and had to get out of bed to shut the windows. “What’s wrong?” Sarah mumbled, half awake, as I ...