As the warmth of my last orgasm slowly faded from my body, and I relaxed my torso, which had been stretched like a cat to concentrate the impact of each shudder, I closed my eyes, slowly let out my breath, and finally relaxed.
Will wasn’t due back from his date for two or more hours, after all. His kids hadn’t stirred all night, either, and I was, frankly, giddy from making myself come so many times. Tonight I’d finally cracked the childlock password on his TV to access the late night channels; it had been quite an evening!
So my hand still inside my jeans and nestling down inside my panties, one finger tip still pushed inside of my wet, hot, tingly pussy – I loved to leave it there after coming – I allowed myself to drift into a doze, muting the sound of the sex on the TV. He’s not back for hours yet, after all, I remember thinking…
I opened my eyes.
Immediately I could tell from the light having faded around the windows that it was much, much later.
I also knew he was home and I was caught, literally, with my hand inside my pants.
Removing it like a kid caught doing something naughty, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, Will came into focus.
He was perched on the arm of the sofa opposite, smiling gently.
“Quiet night?”, he asked. Was that all that he was asking?
The TV was now off, I noticed. Oh God, again. Had he seen what I was watching, or had I turned it off myself while half-asleep?
More so, had he noticed my hand down my jeans, or did he just think I’d been dozing?
I could feel myself flushing from tip to toe as I sat up on my sofa to smile back at him, trying not to look guilty.
Trying really hard.
Then I noticed the smell.
“Oh, hi, yeah *fake yawn* really quiet. The boys have been angels. Not a peep. As usual. You? Nice date?”
You couldn’t miss it. I should have opened the windows and washed my hands (and my face too, as I’d licked my own fingers at certain points during the evening’s entertainment). But the perfume in the room was unmistakable. All you could smell was my fingering.
“Another disaster, I’m afraid.” He took a sip of wine.
Wine? How long had he been home and sitting there?
Oh. My. God.
I’m just 18, but my parents have let me have a drop from time to time since I was 14. Still, I’d been babysitting for Mr and Mrs North, and just for Will after his wife died nearly three years ago, since I was 13. He’d started dating again a few months ago, so I’d restarted babysitting, but it wasn’t going well for him. He’d never yet asked me to have a drink.
“Sure… just a little.” I bit my lip as he poured my some red wine and passed it over to me. Most of the bottle was gone already, I noticed. I sipped. It was gorgeous, like another orgasm, this one spreading down my throat. I felt a tiny tingle somewhere else at that precise moment too. “Katie, control yourself”, I thought. Fat chance.
“Mmm, lovely.” I licked the wine off my lips, feeling where I’d been chewing them earlier as I came, tasting a hint of myself. “So what happened on your date?”
I sat up, trying to look attentive and unflustered. Dating should have been easy for him. Will was a uni lecturer, still in his thirties, really cute, dark hair and eyes, kind of mad hair but well styled. Expensive, casual but dead smart clothes. Not too old-looking. Better looking, for sure, than most of my own sixth-form lecturers. But he was finding life back in the dating world tough, I’d heard my Mum say a few days ago.
“Total nutter. Spent the entire meal carping on about her cats and how the only person in life she’d really loved was her grandmother. Not a good sign.” He smiled a little here, but I could see he was hurt a little too.
One too many buttons was undone on my vest top, I noticed now, where I’d been teasing a nipple a bit earlier. My cut off jeans were done up, thank God.
“Ha ha!” I laughed, for real. He was funny. Always had been, until the accident. Now he was again.
The tingling got stronger as I laughed. I suddenly flashed back to the last scene I’d been watching of a guy and a girl on a beach somewhere. I’d had my last orgasm as she’d had hers, while the cute guy screwed her hard, but nicely, side by side from behind, playing with her boobs, rubbing his hands all over her smooth, curvy body. Then kissing her neck as she came. That was the bit that pushed me over the last time.
My neck was getting pink just above the beginnings of my own boobs, I could tell.
I should leave. I don’t want to leave.
“Enjoy the TV tonight?” he asked.
I stopped breathing. He knew everything.
I took a sip of wine.
“Um, look…” What to say what to say?
“It’s OK.” He smiled again. “I wondered if you’d been sneaking around the channels lately. I should have chosen a more difficult password.”
It had been Elly, of course, his wife’s name. Not the boys’ names, or combinations thereof, as I’d first thought last month when I’d tried to hack it then. Just his late wife.
He looked sad again. But something else as well.
We both spoke at once. I flushed red again.
“No, go on”, he said. He came and sat next to me, on the arm of my sofa.
He took my hand. It was shaking a little.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But I was bored and, you know, kinda wondering what the channels were like that I couldn’t normally access. And then, I guess, I must of just got bored and turned off the TV and gone to sleep.”
Would it work?
“Nice try” he said, with another nice smile, and a wry little chuckle that I just loved hearing.
“The Tv was still on when I got home, but with the sound right down. Interesting programme, quite educational. Although not one of the best on that channel. So I’ll tell you what I think happened.”
Dry mouth. More wine. “OK?” I asked.
“You had lots and lots of fun then passed out with exhaustion. Am I right?” Another smile.
Please, please stop smiling, I thought, you’re not helping matters, I’m getting wet and my parents will expect me home soon.
“I guess” I murmured, biting my bottom lip, looking at him with what I hoped was my sexiest, cutest, most knowing look of all, my face down, my eyes angled up to meet his gaze. A gaze, I now noticed, taking in all of my every so slightly plump but curvy body, wearing just my tight little, overtly unbuttoned top, cut off jean shorts, and white sneakers.
He lifted my hand to his lips, and kissed one finger tip.
The precise finger that, moments before he’d woken me up, had been still inside me.
I literally melted inside my panties.
“A girl after my own heart”, he said. “I guess?”
This is, of course, when I should have gone right home. Made my excuses and left. No harm done yet, just one of those things. Chalk it all up to experience, take the thirty quid and move on. And never ever babysit for him or look him in the eyes across the street again.
“I guess”, I said, suddenly leaning forwards and turning my face up to meet his wine-stained lips with my own. I kissed him fully, kneeling up on the sofa as I did so, putting my hands onto his face as I kissed him. My eyes were shut and I did not dare open them until I felt him respond, after a second’s hesitation and then kiss me right back, his hands in my long, light brown hair and then sliding down my back, his tongue’s tip playing expertly at the edge of my open lips and then nipping into me, meeting my own, like electric.
He pushed me, gently but firmly, back onto the sofa and knelt down between my legs, the groin of his trousers brushing the tight blue cotton of my jeans, spread wide by my open legs, one rested on the seat of the sofa, one against the back.
I knew he was excited as soon as our bodies touched this way, and I gasped at the obvious, gratifying bulge in his slacks. I’d felt it before with boyfriends, of course, and knew it signalled their urgent need to be taken out of their prison and sucked, wanked or – if I really, really liked them – ridden till they came, but I didn’t know an older man could feel so hard or so desperate. Live and learn. I smiled to myself as I gasped a little.
So I wriggled on top of him, sitting up as he lay down gazing up at me, smiling a little drunkenly but really, really happily. I loved that he was so happy at this moment, all down to me. I rocked my hips a little against him, knowing he’d like the pressure as much as I did if I got it in just the right place… oh yeah.
I pulled my top over my head in one movement, freeing my breasts. My nipples hard and tingly, taut brown against my pale pink skin. Then I leant over onto him, remembering the couple on the beach, and how she had leaned over him, her big breasts surrounding his face, him eagerly sucking, licking and pressing at them. Will did the same to me and I moaned again, my hand tracking down his body to his trousers and pressing the hot outline of his cock against my palm through the light material.
Now it was his move, and he unpopped the button at the top of my shorts, kissing me on the lips again as he did so, then pulling them apart so the poppers all opened at once. The flush of air against the wet linen of my panties made me wetter still. And he pulled them down with the shorts.
Then he slid down the sofa, smiling up at me, and said:
“I’ve really, really missed this. May I?”
He’s, like, asking?
I pushed my cunt onto his face in response. He chuckled against me.
“Oh God, God” I muttered, as his tongue slid into my warm, oily hole and then out again, tracing up my shaved lips then onto the hard, still, beating heart of my pussy, circling it, teasing it, making me wince up above, then back down, and inside and in and out and repeating and repeating and repeating.
I found the remote by our side and flipped on the TV. A close up of a huge cock hammering in and out of some cute girl’s pussy, her face like mine, contorted with pleasure.
“That’s. What. I want” I managed to say. He stopped and looked, then slid back up the sofa beneath me. “It’s what I’ve wanted all night lying here.”
Thinking of you, I wanted to say, but couldn’t yet.
He unzipped his trousers and I unbuttoned his shirt. Out of the back pocket he took some condoms.
“Better be safe, I guess…” he said.
“I’m on the pill”, I replied, my eyes now off the screen and transfixed on his quite long, nicely rounded and best of all very hard cock. I traced my finger nails from his balls to the tip then back down again, feeling his heavy ones move and the skin of his scrotum contract at the touch.
“More dangerous though. My history. Yours” he said, a wink in his eyes. “I guess it’s your decision.”
“I guess”, I replied, then cried out a tiny, shuttered yelp as he pushed suddenly, nakedly into me, his whole, hot shaft sliding in to the balls. No resistance, my pussy so ready from its long warm up earlier in the evening.
He looked reposed beneath me. Mostly. Save for the small beads of sweat on his temples.
I moved up the shaft, he sank down a little beneath me into the sofa, then our bodies me again in the middle, he filling me, me gripping him deep inside. We did this again, and again, sometimes my hips gyrating in a little circle one way, then the next, getting gradually faster until he placed his hands on my hips to quell them and took over.
I laughed with delight. “Oh please, please, do it!” I gasped, as he started to hammer in and out of me. Wet sounds and slapping noises, my big breasts juddering, biting my lip, biting, harder, harder…
Then suddenly he returned into me with wonderful slowness and, at the moment I felt his full cock in me finally, my pussy began to spasm.
“oh shitting hell!” I cried.
He laughed again, like a 17-year-old. I looked down, grinning and pink, my body cascading under waves of sheer joy.
He grinned back, and I think – I think – I saw a tear creep down the side of his face.
Was this his first time since…?
I didn’t ask. I just said:
Gyrating my hips again on him, in control, eking every last ounce of pleasure out of my savage orgasm, I waited for him to force me to do something else. He didn’t. I guess this is the difference between 17 and 37. I like it!
“So what did you like most on the TV tonight?” he asked, slowly, so slowly starting to slide in and out of me again. I glanced at the TV again, which he couldn’t see, but I had a good view of. It was now a show I’d seen earlier in the night: a gorgeous black guy taking a very athletic looking Asian teen from behind, she jerking in front of him like a ball attached to a tabletennis bat, her little titties jabbing up and down with every beat. I’d tried it once with a guy like that but we were too uptight to make it work and we ended up him on top, me getting not a lot out of it.
Nothing like this.
“This looks pretty cool” I said, lifting his chin to make him look at the screen.
He slid out from beneath me, removing his shirt as he did so, and knelt down behind me. His legs encapsulated mine on either side, and I leant on the far arm of the sofa.
I felt his hot, swollen tip push against me.
“I warn you”, he said. “It’s only the wine that’s keeping me in one piece. It’s been… it’s been a long time for me since… This is…”
I looked back over my shoulder at him, then forward to look at the screen once again.
“This is what you need”, I said, and he gasped out loud as I slid back onto him hard and fast, like the Asian girl in the Tv show.
“Oh fucking hell yes” he whispered and panted, suddenly taking me harder than I’d anticipated, riding me like the guy in the film was fucking the girl on the screen, and now I knew why she was gritting her teeth as his big cock stretched me every time thanks to the position and depth. I arched my back a little to relieve it now and again, but in truth I really liked it, making me ache, making me sorer still after all my touching earlier in the evening.
“Please fuck me really hard, Will” I urged him, the guy on the film barely able to hold back, Will panting short and hard with his strokes of cock, now jabs rather than strokes.
“Katie… Katie” he just about managed to say, hard, short thrusts… then suddenly longer, kinder, slower ones, and I felt myself coming again on his lovely penis, my knees buckling a little. On the film, the guy’s come was pouring out into the girl’s mouth and spilling onto her cheeks as she jerked him off.
Will’s breathing changed pitch, lower, beginning to make low, strange moans. “So close”, he murmured, concentrating.
“Don’t hold back”, I begged, my pussy still ringing from the orgasm and willing to be pushed into another the moment he came.
Longer, slower strokes, Will holding back until he could bear it no longer. I felt his hands gripping my hips ever tighter, leaving marks – I’d have to hide from Mum when I took my shower the next day – but I didn’t mind.
Time seeming to come to a halt as he returned into me, straining, his whole body tightening, his whole cock like an arm, like a bone, a hot hard bone, an arrow, inside me. Ready to split me right open.
He pressed, he pressed, he pressed some more, his every fibre pushed into my young little cunt.
“Oh my God”.
It felt like a shaken soda bottle going off in my pussy, me the hand gripping and shaking it to make it foam, as my walls pulsed hard of their own accord against his juddering, cascading cock.
“Oh oh oh oh” I gasped, laughing, crying a little too, never having realised it could feel this good. Not quite this bloody good. My pussy coming again like a round of applause, my body on fire, aglow, so very happy.
“Oh yes”, he responded, laughing too, and perhaps also crying a little, for different reasons. But most of all because he was so happy and – a word I now understood – ecstatic.
He turned off the Tv with the remote and we sort of collapsed onto the sofa, he still inside me, gently spasming still with aftershocks, me simply buzzing in the afterglow of my counterorgasm and after the single most erotically thrilling night of my life so far.
We lay like that for a long time, and then he said:
“Fancy a cup of tea?”
He kissed me gently this time at the back door.
“Sleep well. Can you babysit next week again?”
“You have a date?”
I smiled this time.
He passed me the money, and something else too.
I looked at it as I walked down the driveway and crossed the road home.
It was a key to the door and to further nights like the one I’d just experienced.
I slipped it into the pocket of my now musty shorts and skipped home, hoping my parents were already fast asleep.
This is part 2 reading part 1 first is recommended. I have fleshed this out a bit more, but this is quite short compared to part 3.
Sarah was in the bathroom doing her morning routine of toilet then shower. She looked in the mirror, she applied her makeup, she smiled as she noticed a lack of wrinkles, her skin was good.
She thought of how much Mike looked like his father Alan. When she was a teenager, Alan was the one man Sarah wanted, but her friend Karen got there first, her friend, Michael’s mother.
Mike was a lot younger than her, but he was mature beyond his years, she still didn’t know if it would last or be a quick fling, let’s just see where it goes.
She enjoyed the attention, and as long as she did not lose a friend she would be OK. To Sarah, this was her biggest worry, Mike was a good friend, one of her best, she always looked forwards to his visits. She would hate to lose him as a friend, but then perhaps by starting their relationship as friends, maybe they would last.
Mike was in the bedroom looking around, he looked over her dressing table, examining her makeup and accessories, Sarah came back in wrapped in a towel. “Having fun exploring?”
“What, oh just having a look.” as he returned to planet earth.
She sat down next to him and started explaining what was what. Most was obvious like the makeup.
Mike commented “I don’t think I have never seen you not wearing your bangles and necklace?”
“I just don’t bother to take them off, nothing more than that.”
“Do they mean anything?”
“Not really I have collected the bangles since I had one as a present when I was about fifteen, the necklace was my 18th birthday present from my parents.”
She opened a drawer and pulled out a box.
“The bits I don’t wear normally are here. Just a few rings and stuff.”
“Your fingers are slender and delicate” Mike said as he took her hand.
“Yes, I have to go for the slightly smaller ring sizes,” and reeled off a finger size.
“Why do you know that?”
“Just a good memory, and dealing with buying a ring mail order and found it didn’t fit, it had to go a couple of sizes smaller.”
“Anyway I’ve finished in the bathroom.”
Mike whizzes to the bathroom. He toilets, showers, cleans his teeth, and shaves, then joins Sarah back in the bedroom.
He thinks back to their previous night and the wonderful wakeup he had. As he had finished school and would be starting further education, this was his last ever long holiday without responsibilities.
He had been doing various part time jobs to save money, he mowed lawns for a few people, he did the odd evening shift at the local shop, from about 6pm to 8pm, but most of the time was his own.
Sarah had just finished a children’s book and had started researching the next one, this was going to be historical fiction, so currently it was reading, looking at the internet, and working out a plot. This left her a lot of free time as well.
They were still a bit worn out from their previous nights exertions.
“I have some things I need to do this morning, I will be a few hours but will be back for dinner.” Said Sarah.
“Where are you going?” he enquired.
“Just general boring stuff, I’ll get you a key when we get downstairs, you know the alarm code.”
She then checked her wardrobe, and grabbed some clothes, putting them on the bed, while murmuring to herself. She then went to her chest of drawers, looked through them, pulled all the contents of the bottom one into the middle one, she then grabbed the bag Mike brought over last night and tipped all the underwear into the drawer. She then grinned at Mike and said “one job done.”
She got dressed in a linen skirt and T shirt, Mike got dressed in jeans and T shirt and they both went downstairs.
“We are a bit late. so will cereal do?”
“Yes, and a mug of tea please.”
Sarah grabs a box of Shredded Wheat and puts it on the table, the kettle is boiling and before long Mike is eating his Shredded Wheat with a nice mug of tea.
“I have to go, see you about twelve,” she said kissing him, “love you.”
“Love you,” he replied. She handed him a key, then vanishes out of the door.
Mike finishes up, washes the dishes then heads back to his parent’s house. He waters and checks over the garden, picks some ripe tomatoes and puts them in his car. He loads up some more clothes, his computer, all of his art and photography kit, he leaves his hi-fi until he sorts it with Sarah, she has some mid range kit, Mike had acquired some decent kit off people upgrading, also he left his console and TV.
It is now about 11 o’clock in the morning, and he drove back to Sarah’s, there is enough room on her drive for two cars so he parks near the garage, an old wooden structure never used for car parking, and starts to unload.
He puts his clothes into the bedroom, underwear in the drawer, other clothes still in carrier bags, the computer he moves into the study but leaves piled up. He is just bringing in the last few items when Sarah drives up. She jumps out of the car and gives him a big hug.
“I missed you!”
“And you, did you sort everything?”
“Yes, I’m on the pill now.”
“Uh! Did we do it with no protection then?”
“Erm yes, but I am in my least fertile part of my cycle so risked it.”
“But what if…”
“If it had, I don’t know, I could never get rid, but neither of us would be ready.”
This was a reminder to him that Sarah’s biological clock was ticking away, if she wanted children she would need to have them by her mid forties, hit early fifties and IVF would be likely, Mike felt so young at that moment, but let it wash over him, to him this really was the only bad bit of their new relationship.
After a quick check over the garden, Sarah prepared dinner and after they had eaten said “Job three time.”
“Eh! And what was job 2?”
“My visit to the Doctors, anyway follow me upstairs.” She smiled taking his hand.
They went upstairs, and into the smallest bedroom.
“We need that in my …. our room.” pointing at a wardrobe, very similar to her own.
They emptied it of old clothes, putting them on the bed. Then they carried it through to their bedroom, placing it near the existing wardrobe.
“Phew OK, let’s load it.”
They filled it with Mike’s clothes, now it was properly his room as well.
“Job three done.” Sarah laughed.
Now they flopped onto the bed, Mike suddenly grabbed Sarah and pulled her close to him, he kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth, she suckled on his tongue then made knots with hers, he put his hand underneath her T-shirt and bra and rubbed her left breast , she pulled off her top and undid her bra, he moved down to her nipple and started to suck, she undid his jeans, they split apart for a moment to finish undressing, then restarted their fun.
He moved his hand down to her crotch, stroked the lips and then pushed in his fingers, as he tickled her clit. Sarah responded and stroked Mike’s penis, she then moaned “now, quick,” and rolled onto her back. Mike climbed between her legs and kissed her belly, he worked up to her lips via her breasts kissing and sucking both nipples. Sarah shouted “Now!” He kissed her neck finally reaching her mouth entwining tongues. He entered her easily and started to thrust in and out, “Harder” Sarah moaned, he picked up the speed, she wrapped her legs around him and pushed her head right back, her necklace tight at her throat, he kissed her neck and shoulders while thrusting, in and out, in and out, his penis sliding, his foreskin rolling up and down the shaft, her muscles gripping him hard, milking him for all they were worth.
He changed his angle to put more pressure on her clit, this worked, pushing her over, she came, thrusting herself up towards him, grinding her crotch into his, her pulsing muscles set off his ejaculation, filling her again, and milking him for every drop. They then collapsed into a heap, and lay there, cuddling and kissing for a while.
“So what else do we need to sort Mike?”
“It’s all in the study.”
They both wander down partially dressed, and examine the pile. They find a spot for the PC and set it up, there is some wiring to sort so Mike makes a mental reminder to get the cabling as soon as he can. The photographic kit is spread around, the cameras would be in the sitting room, in a cupboard Sarah already kept her camera in, the tripod would stay in the study in the corner.
“Your painting kit. What shall we do?”
“I used to keep it in my bedroom, needs to be somewhere with daylight and somewhere I would use it.”
“How did you get planning permission for it?”
“It is Grade II listed not Grade I, so quite easily really.”
“Conservatory it is.”
They carried the art equipment through and set the easel up in a corner.
“How much of your stuff is here?”
“About half, most of my clothes, all my painting and photo kit, my PC, but no printer, still have tools, TV, Hi-Fi and games console.”
“We will have to do a good check on the Hi-Fi and see what is best, how big is the TV?”
“32 inch LCD.”
“Hmm mine is 28 inch so may as well have yours in the living room, is it any good?”
“Yes pretty good, it was a 17th birthday present, even has a couple of HDMI ports.”
“We will have to sort the garage for any tools.”
“Might leave them at my parents, but keep a few here for urgent repairs, a lot of them are my dad’s.”
“Did you know that your dad was one of the nicest men I have met? if things had been different, but your mum got him first, and I was only 13 at the time, but he was 21.”
Mike went bright red.
Tea time soon rolled around, Sarah prepared a chilli, she was a good cook, and she could put the food away.
“I have always wondered, you are thin but eat so much?”
“My metabolism I think, and I am always active.”
“Also why you look so good, your skin is soft and no wrinkles.”
“I’m not that old,” she laughed, “so no wrinkles yet!”
“I do get the odd white hair though, not many, but I usually pull them out.”
“I don’t think that would change you much, your hair is pretty light.”
“I will probably go white rather than grey, don’t dump me if I do though!” she joked.
“That won’t happen.”
“It’s a lovely evening,” she prompted, “lets get some fresh air.”
It was about 7pm and the village was quiet, lots of people were on holiday, the children not away were at the playground, parents were doing whatever parents did. A few younger teenagers were whizzing about on their bikes but kept clear of them as Mike had punched one of them a year ago for bullying his younger brother.
They came to a stile, Mike climbed over, Sarah followed, helping each other. The footpath they were on led across a field up hill, to another footpath parallel to the village, the view was always beautiful, a typical Cotswold view, after another field they followed a bridleway back into the village by Mike’s parent’s house.
Watering took place and few more of Mike’s belongings were picked up. They walked back to
Sarah’s through the village. As they approached the pub, “Shall we go to the Crown tonight?” Mike asked.
“I would rather go tomorrow.” replied Sarah.
They walked home hand in hand, and decided on an early night.
They made their way to the bedroom, and clambered into bed, Mike gazed into Sarah’s light blue eyes, the last of the daylight pushing through the gaps in the curtains.
He started to kiss his way down her body, he kissed and licked her nipples, then kissed her belly, then for the first time moved down towards her parts.
He started to explore them with his mouth, he put his tongue between her lips, and found her clit, he licked and then sucked at her clit, the taste was unusual but in no way horrible. He felt Sarah move around and her hair brush his thigh, then he felt a hand on the shaft of his penis, lips on the head, as she carefully pulled down his foreskin, he felt her licking the helmet, while gently sucking the head.
He picked up the licking of her clit, he licked at her vagina, caught a gush of juices, she licked around his head, lips around the shaft, he felt the juddering as her orgasm approached, and of his own release getting nearer, suddenly, she jerked as she came, this excited Mike who then shot into Sarah’s mouth.
She kept him in her mouth until he started to go soft, they both repositioned themselves head to head.
Sarah grinned at Mike, and kissed him, they tasted themselves on each other, he pulled back slightly after a few seconds.
“Where did it go?”
“Here!” She said pointing at her belly.
“Wow, what was it like?”
“Bit salty but not bad. What about me?”
“Difficult to describe, not unpleasant. You would have tasted it on my lips.”
She smiled again and cuddled up to Mike, arm on his chest playing with his hairs, still with a happy grin on her face.
He started to kiss her and rub her body and her bottom, she held him around the shoulders, their tongues mingling, Mike felt himself rise again so reached his hand towards Sarah’s sex, she was still wet and a small rub brought another rush of juices, “I need you now!” she said, he lay back and pulled Sarah onto his belly, she kneeled and guided him inside herself.
She then slide up and down his shaft, gently at first, he returned her thrusting with his own, he pulled her down to him and kissed her deeply, she carried on thrusting up and down, bringing an orgasm first to herself clenching him hard, then a few seconds later to him.
“I really love you,” he said, “I want to stay with you forever.”
“I love you too, and I don’t want this to end either.”
Sarah rolled off Mike and they were both asleep within minutes in each other’s arms.
Mike was having an odd dream, he was really turned on but could not make out what was happening, he drifted awake to a lovely feeling. He opened his eyes, right in front of his face was Sarah’s bottom, and his penis was in her mouth.
He prodded her legs and she dropped down onto him, her juices ran over his face and he licked what he could, “mmmf hmmk” she said, “What?”, she pulled off his penis and said “You’re awake.”
“Yes and what a fun way to wake up,” he said as Sarah as she returned to her task. Mike licked at her, put his tongue between her lips and licked her clit, as he was below, her aromatic juices ran into his mouth and he swallowed them, this time he came first as Sarah was licking him around the head, and he could feel her swallowing, he stopped for a second then felt a hard nudge, then another, he came out of his post orgasmic high and continued to lick her, she was close and then came with a hard judder.
“I need the toilet!”, and Mike rolled Sarah off him and ran in and started his pee, Sarah came in
and waited, Mike washed his hands and kissed her, she then plopped down on the toilet for her pee.
Mike then jumped into the shower, unfortunately it was too small for both of them they had to take turns.
Afterwards he returned to the bed and thought about what was happening to his life, Sarah jumped back in and snuggled up.
They were both happy, would it continue?