Title: Tales from an Unknown Corner Chapters: 19-20 (of 20) Author: Dai_wakizashi Universe: Tfauc Summary: Journey of a troubled young man looking for a path and people around him, who, at times, give shape to his journey. Codes: MF, FF, MFF, oral, anal, toys, petting, romance, drama Status: in progress Revision: 2.0 Web Sites: ASSTR- /~dai_wakizashi/ SOL- http://storiesonline.net/home.php EWP- http://www.ewpub.org/ewpub.html Discussion Forum: http://www.ewpub.org/messageboard/viewforum.php?f=76 ***************************************************************** TALES FROM AN UNKNOWN CORNER [Tfauc] CHAPTER - 19: Virgin Tales Putting out our cigarettes, we went to the bathroom. Sarah found an unopened toothbrush and we shared the small sink brushing our teeth. It was a very domestic image, and I chuckled at it internally. Afterwards, we had a quick but enjoyable shower, working each other up. When she asked me to wash her backside, it became obvious what she was planning. Back in her bedroom, she took another big towel and put it in the middle of the bed, before we got down to business... umm.. pleasure. Although both of us were looking forward to what was coming, for some reason we took it very slow, spending the next half hour or more caressing and stroking each other. Eventually, Sarah urged me between her legs, and guided me inside her for a long and languorous session. We kept at it for quite some time, and Sarah was being careful not to excite me too much. In the meantime, she had two mild and relatively quiet orgasms. Then she positioned herself on her hands and knees, and asked me to prepare her backside using the slim vibrator. Remembering how she reacted to my tongue last night I decided to repeat it. Needless to say she enjoyed my attentions and came strongly when I started using the vibrator in her tight backdoor. After she caught her breath, she took the lube, and started coating my cock. "This is your first time, isn't it?" When I nodded, she quipped, "Goody! A virgin. My lucky day." "You're such a tease," I retorted. "That I am. But you can't imagine what a turn on this is for me. I've lusted after you, and now I'll be your first piece of ass, literally," she replied. From the strange hue in her eyes, I could see she was extremely turned on with the idea. I had seen how much she enjoyed last night, and what we just did, so I knew she was going to have a blast. "Now, couple of things. Although you're thicker than the vibrator, you should be able to fit in without too much difficulty. The vibrator did its job. But still it will be tight. Let's just take it slow and have a great time. I really enjoy a good ass fuck, so don't be concerned when I start to come, because I will come hard. You've seen the effects of the vibrator. With a real cock I come harder. I think you'll enjoy it. I hope you can hold out. I have plans." "Umm. I don't know, Sarah. The stimulation can be too much. I'm already excited with the idea." She was still lubing my cock, and felt how hard it was and how it throbbed in her hand. "Mmm hmm. I can feel how hard it is. I'm excited, too. I think I'll come like a rocket as soon as you're inside me. OK, slight change of plans. Let's start with a quick fuck to take the edge off. Afterwards we take a break and repeat it leisurely. I don't want to miss out on the fun, and I want you to enjoy it fully. How is that?" "You mean... I get to get two pieces of ass?" I quipped. Laughing, she retorted, "Yes, stud. I told you before, _Around Sarah in 80 Ways_." "I loved the read up to now. I'm looking forward to the next chapter," I said, then gathering her in my arms, I kissed her hard. After the kiss, she turned around and pulled a pillow under her belly and stretched herself over it, offering her ass in a comfortable position. I moved between her legs, and leaned over her body, supporting myself on one arm. Reaching back she used her hands to spread her cheeks to help me, and I guided my cock to her backdoor. Although her hole looked tight and small, it was dilated by the vibrator. Still, I pressed in slowly, taking care not to hurt her. At first, the ring around her hole resisted, and I stopped my efforts. Keeping a little pressure, I waited for her to relax. "Try again. Harder his time," she said. So, I applied a slow pressure. Suddenly I popped inside the ring, penetrating her hole, and immediately stopped. Her ring was flexing behind the head of my cock, and felt very tight. The inside was very hot, hotter than her pussy. When the involuntary flexing tapered off, I pushed in a little bit more, before coming to a stop. I could hear Sarah's panting and gasping, but I wasn't sure if it was from discomfort or pleasure. "Oh, God! It's... it's good. Push more. Slowly," she said, urging me on. Pulling back, I pushed in further, and waited for her to get used to my presence. Over a matter of minutes, I patiently worked my length inside her. When I finally bottomed in her bottom (pun intended), I stopped and waited for her to get used to me. She released her hold on her cheeks, and moved her hands to the head of the bed, grasping the wooden bars of the frame. Supporting my weight on both hands I lowered my upper body, and kissed her between her shoulder blades. Leaving a wet trail, I traced a path to her neck kissing and licking her. Her body was responding with little shivers, and I was enjoying her moans of pleasure. When I was at her neck, she turned her head and we shared a soft kiss. Because I was concentrating on how she was faring, I hadn't paid much attention to how it felt to me. Now, resting inside her, I was surprised at how good it felt. The ring was still tight at the root of my shaft, gripping me like a small vise, and her insides were soft, with a velvety texture, and hot, very hot. Sarah had more control over that particular muscle than she had over her pussy muscles, and she tried experimental squeezes, making me grunt with the feeling. The hot channel had a sort of a rippling action on my shaft, enhancing the feeling. The stimulation was great, and I wondered how long I would be able to hold out before my balls gave up. I still remembered how her hole gripped and sucked the vibrator when I used it, and now my cock was going to have the same treatment. What's more, the idea of plugging Sarah in such a forbidden place had finally registered; it was a big turn on. In my teen masturbation fantasies I had not thought of this particular activity. The combination of physical stimulation, and the excitement was starting to overwhelm me, and I was panting hard. Breaking the kiss, Sarah looked up. "It's getting to you, isn't it?" "It's... it's so different... I've never experienced anything like this. You're so hot and tight in there, I don't know if I'll be able to hold out." "I know. It feels as if a pole is lodged in there, but it's a hot, hard and throbbing pole. The person behind that pole makes it more exciting too." "Yeah. Same here. I'd never imagined it would be like this. It's kind of nasty, and kinky. After all we had done, I didn't think this would be so exciting." "Mmm hmm. Me too. But that's part of the pleasure. It turns me on to know that I'm your first." As I throbbed with excitement at her words, she closed her eyes, and gasped. Then she said, "God, I feel you there... how I feel you there... I feel so sluttish. I want you to fuck me to death, Mitch. You want to, don't you?" "God, Sarah. Ease up. I'll lose it before I start. I want to enjoy this more." "Me too. I have an idea. Can you reach the drawer on the night stand?" "I think so. You want the other vibrator?" "Yeah." When it became obvious I couldn't reach the drawer without uncoupling us, Sarah moved to a doggy position and managed to get the vibrator. "I want to use this, while you cool down a bit," she said. _Clever girl._ I wanted to play with her body and pleasure her, and when I explained what I had in mind, she agreed. Carefully, we rearranged ourselves. I was sitting on my heels, and Sarah was sitting on my lap, with her legs outside mine, spread wide, resting her back on my chest. It was comfortable, and I could play with her tits, and caress her body, while she used the vibrator on her pussy. She didn't insert it inside, as the vibrations would stimulate my cock. I ran my hands around her body, tracing patterns on her belly, feeling the ripples of pleasure as she climbed to her orgasm. As she started to come, I cupped and played with her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples gently, prolonging her pleasure. In the meantime, my cock was feeling the effects of her orgasm, the ring flexing around the base of my shaft rhythmically with a fierce grip, and her channel rippling in concert to the flutters in her pussy, their action along the length of my cock stimulating me without taking me over the brink. Although Sarah wanted me to fuck her, I was enjoying her orgasm too much, so we kept at it for several minutes, until she got off again. When she caught her breath, she put the vibrator aside, and asked me to fuck her. So, we moved to the doggy position. She was holding onto the headboard, and I was leaning over her and holding onto the headboard with one hand. My other hand was free to roam around her body to play with her tits, stroke her belly, and stimulate her pussy. She turned her head and said, "Mitch, when I come I'll come very hard so keep on fucking. I want you to fuck me fast and hard, like a slut. I mean it. I want to know I was fucked in the ass." Her words made my blood boil, and she knew the effect she was having on me. There was no way she could miss the way my cock throbbed and jumped in her tight little hole. She responded by squeezing her ring around me. "Come on stud, don't keep me waiting." Because her ring was dilated enough, it didn't take long to establish long strokes. As I stroked in, Sarah relaxed her ring, and as I pulled out, she tightened her ring on my shaft, her channel sucking my cock, making us both gasp and pant with the stimulation. As I felt I was drawing close to boiling over, I stopped my stroking and started to work on her clitoris. "I'm getting there... Fuck me... agh... Fuck me hard... Don't... ugh... hold back..." I wanted to enjoy this more, so I kept my attentions on her clitoris, while waiting for my own excitement to subside. I wanted to bring her with a big bang. "Come on... fuck me... fuck my ass..." she urged me on. "I will, Sarah. Hold on a second." Her upper body was trembling, and she was trying to fuck herself back on my cock, but I had her cornered between my body and the headboard of the bed. Capturing her clitoral hood between two fingers, I started a milking action, moving her along. As she started to moan her pleasure, I gave her long hard strokes at a slow pace, making her grunt with each thrust. In the meantime, her pussy was leaking her juices and her ring was flexing. In a few minutes, she announced her pleasure with a sharp scream that turned into a long wail. Because her ring was getting tight, I started a series of short but brutal thrusts and she went crazy, her cries picking up in volume. At the same time, the little ripples along the length of her channel and the flexing of her ring brought me to boiling point. I tried to hold back as much as possible. The pleasure was incredible; the way her channel rippled along the length of my shaft, how it tried to grasp and milk me, trying to suck the cum out of it, and how her body was shaking and trembling as the pleasure coursed through her, screaming and moaning. I was so turned on by the way she was coming and screaming, how her body was responding, it touched something primitive inside me. I felt like I was burning with a fewer. I wanted to fuck her to pieces, ravish her. I moved both my hands to her tits, and cupped them, trapping the nipples between two fingers. Using her tits as handles, I started long hard strokes, trying to keep the boiling cum inside. The effect on her was extraordinary. When she stopped screaming, she was yelling and shouting obscenities, driving me crazy with excitement. "Fuck me... rip my tits... give it to me..." We were like animals trying to tear at each other. I was pumping in her hole furiously and was ready to blow my load, while tearing at her tits, squeezing her tit flesh and nipples. She was also fucking back as much as she could, trying to tear off my cock off with the muscles of her ring. As I felt the heat boil in my balls, I slowed my pace, and pulled out, getting a disappointed moan. Using my hand I quickly positioned my throbbing cock, and gave a brutal stroke, all the way in, making her scream. Pulling back I repeated it again, and Sarah was still screaming for more. The extra stimulation on her ring as I kept pulling out and forcefully ramming inside, had her going higher and higher. Returning my hand to her tit, I cupped it. Finally, as the boiling heat traveled along the length of my shaft, I fucked into her hard, trying to penetrate her as deep as possible, and before I was halfway in, I burst with the first spurt. Reversing direction I gave another brutal stroke that took me all the way into her depths, and her channel worked its magic, rippling along the length of my cock. Feeling me throbbing inside her and filling her up, Sarah responded with a long scream, "Oh, God.... fuck meeee! aaaieee... sooo goood... aaahhh..." Still in the throes of the pleasure, I squeezed her tits and nipples hard, and gave her one final brutal stroke, fucking into her deep, and pumped the rest of my load. As I was filling her channel with strong pulses of my cum, she started to wail, and the ripples in her channel got even more pronounced, sucking my cum out. It was as if she had a mouth and a hand there sucking and milking my cock. Her ring kept snapping on the base of my shaft, locking hard around it, which stopped and slowed the flow of boiling cum, while her channel tried to suck it out. The contrast between the two actions working against each other was terrific and I felt like I was coming for hours and hours. As the pleasure started to subside, I eased my grip on her tits, and tried to caress them gently. Sarah, however had other ideas. She reached with one hand and put it on top, and squeezed my hand around her tit. Following her lead, I squeezed her tits, and played with her nipples; pulling, and twisting them hard, getting rough with them, and receiving soft screams of pleasure for my efforts. She was a real minx, with a ravenous appetite, and it was a big turn on. Even though I had just finished coming inside her, I wanted to fuck her again and again and again. The way she responded and urged me on unleashed something raw and animalistic in me. It took us several minutes before we were able to catch our breath. I was nuzzling and kissing her neck, enjoying the way her body shook with tremors, the salty taste of her sweat on my tongue, and her smell filling my senses with its heady fragrance. When she turned to look at me, I saw the burning fever in her eyes, making me burn with the same fever. Although we were still short of breath, we locked lips, kissing each other hard. From the way we kissed, it was clear neither of us were satiated yet. We both wanted a repeat, but it had been a draining and tiring experience. After the kiss, we kept in that position, savoring the after glow, and kept teasing each other; Sarah, by working her ring around my shaft, while I played with her tits. I had come hard, but my cock was semi-hard, the heat of the burning fever keeping me excited. Both of us were reluctant to move, but Sarah suggested we should get into a more comfortable position. Without breaking contact, we managed to get into a sideways cuddle. After she caught her breath, she asked, "Do you want a repeat?" "Aren't you sore? I was pretty brutal." "I'm not hurting. Maybe it will come later." "I think you'll be pretty sore." "I don't care. That was very good, but short. I want it again, but a slow leisurely one." "I won't say no." "Good. So, you enjoyed fucking Sarah in her tight little asshole," she teased, making me throb. Before I could reply, she laughed, "Yep, you enjoyed it." "God, Sarah. The way you talk sometimes." "What? I wanted to be a slut, and get fucked like one. You gave me what I wanted. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy 'Sarah the wanton slut'." "It's not that. It kind of feels strange to hear you talk like that. It's a turn on, but... You know what I mean. You're not a slut. You're a beautiful woman," I replied softly, not feeling comfortable with the labels. "We knew each other as kids and now here we are--" She cut me off. "With your cock in my ass, fucking me to pieces," she quipped, with a teasing smile, and making my cock throb again. "Relax, Mitch. You need to loosen up. You heard what I said and what I wanted and you gave me what I wanted. I loved what we did. Just as you give me pleasure and enjoy doing that, I also take pleasure in giving pleasure. You have to admit, this has been a real blast." "Yes, it was. I don't know what came over me. You really drove me crazy at one point. As you said, I felt like fucking you to death." "I know. I felt it when you started to fuck me so hard. But, that's what I wanted. I wanted to be fucked, ravished. Sometimes women want to be conquered, possessed. It's something very primitive and animalistic. It touches some place deep. It's rare, but on occasion it happens. And I felt like that; I wanted that." "Yeah. We were like animals. It was primitive. I just don't feel comfortable." "Mitch, if you were hurting me, I would have stopped it or said something. I wanted it and I wanted it that way. Why are you so concerned about it?" "It's easy to lose control and hurt somebody, in the heat of passion." "Mitch, I don't think you're capable of hurting anybody. Even in the heat of passion. You listen to your partner. You were listening to me, and did what I wanted you to do. It requires a certain rapport between partners to be able to read their wants and needs, otherwise it can be dangerous. But you read me, and gave me what I wanted." Seeing I wasn't convinced, she continued. "Mitch. Do you think you would have continued, if I was hurting and screaming in pain? It wasn't taken by force, it was given. I think you know the difference." "Yeah, I know the difference." "Look, Mitch. You'll meet different women with different wants. Even the same woman would have different wants at different moments, depending on her mood. Giving them what they want at the right moment can be a difficult thing. It's a matter of experience, and rapport between partners. You can err on the conservative side and choose to play it safe. Nothing wrong with that, except that you might be cheating them of their pleasure. You don't know how much pleasure you gave me. So keep that in mind." "I know. I guess sometimes I play it too safe, too cautious." "That's OK. You'll never go wrong with that, but as you discovered, you can do much more. I think we're ready for round two," she quipped, giving me a squeeze with her ring and making me throb. I was getting hard, again. "Let's catch our breath a little bit. Why don't you use the vibrator? I love watching you come." "And I love the way you fuck me and make love to me. This time, make love to my ass." With that she raised her leg and put it on top of my leg, hunching her ass so that I could stroke into her comfortably. Picking up the vibrator, she started to use it on her pussy, while I ran my hand over her body, and played with her tit. During her first orgasm, the ripples in her channel stimulated me enough to harden me completely and I was ready to start making love to her tight little hole. As she was coming down from her orgasm, I started to pump her ass at a steady, slow pace, savoring the feel of her hot channel. She responded by using her muscles at regular intervals, but taking care not to overexcite me. We both wanted a long and leisurely session. However, she kept using the vibrator on her clit, and in her pussy, letting my cock feel the vibrations. It was an exquisite feeling, staying deep inside her, with the vibrations working on my shaft and the involuntary ripples of her channel sucking at my cock. When I felt my excitement build up, I stroked inside her and stayed motionless, waiting for the feeling to recede. Sarah was careful with the vibrator, and didn't keep it in her pussy when I was taking the short breaks. Instead, she worked it on her clitoris or on her tits. We kept at it for a long while, and the frequency of Sarah's orgasms increased, although they were mild and quick compared to her previous ones. With an ever-increasing need to come, I found myself taking shorter and shorter breaks. As we reached the final stretch, I decreased the pace of my strokes, trying to enjoy the feel of her channel. Sarah seemed to like the slow pace as well, and she started to work the vibrator in her pussy, pumping it in and out slowly in synch with my strokes. Feeling I was getting close, I moved my hand to her pussy, and played with her clitoris. When my cock started to harden and my balls tightened up, getting ready to blow, Sarah pulled the vibrator until the tip was at the entrance of her pussy and started to contract her ring muscles. With slow but sure strokes I pumped in and out of her velvety hole, while my hand kept at her clitoris. With a soft gasp, her body froze, then she trembled as her climax hit her. She pushed the vibrator inside, keeping it buried there, and let me feel the ripples of her channel. Then I burst with the first spurt, and pushing myself all the way inside her, I let the ripples of her channel and the vibrations suck the cum. "Oh, God! It's... aaahhh... so hot... I... aaiiiee... burn... ing..." she moaned, as I filled her. We were shaking with the pleasure as the feelings washed over us. When it ended, our bodies were still shivering and trembling with the after effects of our mutual orgasm. I had my lips on her shoulder, and gave her a soft nip. In reply she gripped me hard with her ring muscles. Shutting off the vibrator, she pulled it out of her pussy, and put it aside. Then, grabbing my hand that was softly stroking her pussy, she moved it up to her tit, cupping her hand over mine. We had not realized it, but both Sarah and I were completely exhausted. We had been caught in the passion of the moment, burning with an uncontrollable fewer, but now, as we started to come down, the lethargy overtook us. I wanted to touch and caress her body, but I couldn't find any energy to do anything. Sarah must have been feeling the same way, because after gathering her strength she moved to mold her body to mine, and with a sigh relaxed against me. I couldn't even bring myself to squeeze her tit, so I did the only thing I could do, and locked my lips on her neck, gently kissing and licking it. In a few minutes, we fell asleep. * * * * * CHAPTER - 20: Pillow Talk The ringing of the telephone woke us. Since the telephone was on the nightstand on my side, I had to roll away from Sarah to grab it. Sarah was still groggy, so I decided to answer the phone. "Hello," I said. "Mitch? Are you guys awake?" Kathy asked, her voice soft, but a bit breathless. "Good morning, Kathy. Yeah, we were getting up." "It's afternoon, Mitch. Can I... ugh... talk to Sarah?" "Yep. Just a sec." Turning around I found Sarah resting on her back, rubbing her sleepy eyes. I gave her the phone. "It's Kathy." "Morning, Kathy. What's up?" "Oh! I didn't realize it. No, we won't be late." I was listening to Sarah's side of the conversation with half an ear, while I stretched and tried to get rid of the cobwebs of sleep. When I looked up, I found Sarah listening intently with a small smile on her lips. "No, he survived, but I could hardly say the same for myself," she replied with a smile. Listening for a few seconds, she laughed. Then she said, "Oh, the usual. You know, the _Sarah Special_. He enjoyed the read, and I think he can do a second read." She listened for a few seconds intensely, her face coloring up. "You, bitch! I can hear it from here. I hope he turns it inside out." From the nature of the comments I understood Kathy was teasing Sarah, and remembering Kathy had sounded a bit breathless when she talked to me, it dawned on me that Mark was working on her while she was on the phone. _For fuck's sake. These two don't know when to stop._ I saw Sarah's nipples hardening in arousal, as she listened to Kathy. Since they seemed to be working each other up, I decided to take the bull by the horns, and do something about it. Moving between Sarah's legs, I gently spread them, and started to kiss the insides of her thighs, getting an appreciative moan. "Nope. He's getting ready for an oral exam," Sarah said. _Damn girls! Well, you asked for it Sarah._ With that, I moved to her pussy, and started to lick her slit, teasing her labia, and working towards the inner lips. Dipping my tongue into her channel, I tasted her juices. Sarah was starting to pant and gasp, while trying to keep a conversation with Kathy. Her clit was starting to peek from the hood. Once again, I was amazed how easily she got aroused. "Yeah... Mmmm... Yessss... aah... I... think so... I need to... aaghh..." Sarah's broken speech was cut off with a laugh and she was having difficulty to catch her breath, so I took a pause to let her collect herself. "I don't need to get out of the bed. I need to come. You should get out of the bed," she retorted with a snicker. "Yeah? I'm not a slut, you're the slut. I'm a hot cunt," she said, hotly, but it was obvious they were goading each other. "Good! At least you'll give your vibrators a break," she came back. Laughing again at Kathy's remarks, she replied, "I don't think so; he tenderized it nicely. I hope you can't sit on your bum for a week. You deserve it." She listened for a while without a reply, but she was breathing hard. I wondered what was happening. It didn't look like she was listening to something Kathy said. Then, Sarah said, "You're a bitch, Kathy. I hope he rubs your little button raw." I realized Kathy had let Sarah listen to their activities. I decided I needed to do something before things got out of hand, so I returned to licking her slit, getting a long moan. "No, he's quite good, thank... aggh... you very... ohhh... much. If you'll... aggh... excuse me... aghh... we have an or... aghh... al exam to attend to," Sarah said, between pants and gasps. "You too. Byeiieee..." she managed, before she gave a soft scream, when I hit her clit. She dropped the telephone on the bed, and gave herself to the feelings, as I stirred her pussy with my tongue. Before I could continue further, she grabbed me behind my ears, and stopped me, before pulling me for a kiss. After the kiss, she said, "I want to make love one last time, Mitch. There's a special soap in the medicine cabinet, in a green plastic bottle. We use it against infections and bacteria in the hospital, and it's harmless to the skin. Can you wash up with that?" I knew she could get something nasty, if I went in her pussy after being in her ass. I didn't have anything visible on my cock from being in her ass, but I knew there was flora in there that could cause serious infection. In the bathroom, I found the liquid soap she mentioned, and washed myself thoroughly, making sure I was clean. I didn't want her to catch something. I returned to the bedroom to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. Pulling me close, she started to lick and suck my cock, without even inspecting it to see if I had done a proper job. I was touched by her trust in me, so stopping her, I kneeled down and kissed her hard, while teasing her tits. She had always been a beautiful person, a lovely girl and she had turned into an even lovelier woman. I wondered why I felt so much lust for her, and love, but why my feelings for her were so different than what I felt for Dana. There were similarities between the two, but differences as well. They were both woman, all _woman_, passionate, and with an appetite, although Sarah seemed to have a more ravenous appetite than Dana. I wasn't sure if that was because of her long-time fantasies or if she had always been like that. The way she kissed was different, too. Passionate, lusty, but it wasn't like Dana's soul kisses. I wondered at that particular difference. Cupping her chin gently, I broke the kiss. Then I tried to give her a soul kiss like I had learned from Dana. At first, she went with it, passionately, before she stopped responding, and broke the kiss. Giving me an apprehensive but soft look, she said, "Thank you, Mitch. I love you and I appreciate it, but please don't. I'm not ready for something like that. I'm going to miss you, and that would make it much more difficult." _So she understood._ "You're a lovely woman, Sarah. And a good friend. I just couldn't help myself." "Such a romantic... You don't need to do that to make me feel loved. We're good friends, and I love you. I enjoyed what we did, and the way we did it. And that made me, makes me, happy. I told you before, I'm not looking for anything more. I'd like to keep it like that. If you can somehow manage, I'd like to see you in my bed again. I know it might not be possible. Thank you for what you've given me, Mitch." Kissing her, I said, "I should thank you, Sarah, for all you've shared. I don't know what will happen, but I'll try to keep in touch. And I know I'll miss you... very much." "Let's make love and pleasure each other again." With that, she reached for my cock, and I stood up. She worked her mouth on my cock. It took quite a bit of time for me to regain my erection, as I had come so strongly the last two times, but Sarah didn't complain, even when I thought she would be getting tired. She seemed to enjoy what she was doing, perhaps because she thought she might not get a chance like that again, and was making the most of it. When I was hard and ready she moved up along the bed and positioned herself on her back, with her knees pulled up, legs spread wide. I moved in between her legs, and hooked my arms under her legs, pushing her knees further up, positioning her for a deep penetration, while supporting myself on my arms. She reached and guided me into her pussy, and I worked myself all the way into her, slowly, in a single stroke. Hunching her ass at me, she urged me to bend her in half, opening herself up more for my strokes, so I followed her lead. While I kept up a slow but steady pace, her hands were busy at her junction, playing with her pussy lips and teasing my balls, running her finger from the bottom of my balls up along the perineum. She was being careful not to stimulate me too much, trying to make it last. I wasn't sure how long we kept it up, but after a while it became difficult to keep our pace slow. Sarah was straining hard, and I could feel she was trying to hold back her orgasm, staying on the brink, teasing herself and me. I was surprised how she managed to hold on so long, after coming so fast before. I suspected she wanted a memorable last fuck. When I felt the cum boil in my balls, and my cock started to throb with urgency, Sarah realized I was almost there, so she whispered, "Give me a few hard strokes and when you're almost there, stay deep inside me." I did as she suggested. I gave her a few experimental hard strokes, trying to keep myself from blowing my load. Sarah urged me to be more forceful, so I pulled out all the stops. I stroked in her very hard, and stayed in her, waiting for a few second, before following it with another brutal stroke, while pressing my pubic bone, trying to stimulate her clitoris. I didn't want to blow my load before she came. As I repeated my actions, she yelped, and I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft. Two more such strokes, and I had to stop, because I was ready to blow. Sarah's hands were busy teasing her pussy lips, and my shaft, and with a soft moan, she started to come, her pussy beginning its involuntary flutters. My balls, and her fingers were soaked with her juices. As she was coming, she started to tease my balls with her fingernails, scratching them gently, and my nuts tightened up with the stimulation, itching and boiling at the same time, getting ready to pump. I felt her finger trace a line from my balls up along the perineum. The flutters of her pussy were demanding, trying to suck the cum, and the tip of my cock expanded with new blood. As I gave in to the demands of her pussy, I felt her slick finger move further up. Before I realized what she was up to, her finger penetrated my ass, and wiggled in. As she pressed a spot, I screamed, and felt my balls jump, releasing the built up pressure with a fury. Sarah worked her finger at my backside, forcing me to give everything I had left in my balls, making me grunt and scream with the pleasure. It was too intense, and my cum felt like molten metal, as it traveled along the length of my shaft and burst out. It felt like my whole cock was burning up. Later, I realized, Sarah had been working on my prostate, but at the time, it felt like her pussy was sucking my cock, eating it alive, while the finger in my ass was forcing me to pump acid from my balls all the way to the tip of my cock. For almost half a minute I was flopping between her legs like a trapped fish, running out of breath, while her finger tortured me exquisitely and her pussy ate me. It felt like hours. When the feeling started to subside, Sarah eased her attentions, but still massaged me inside, trying to draw out my pleasure, and get the last bit of my seed. Gently she pulled her finger out, making me grunt, before she cupped my balls, rolling my nuts gently. When I opened my eyes, it took me several seconds to focus on her face. Her face was blurry, from the tears in my eyes, as I had been squeezing them hard in the grip of the almost painful pleasure. Gently she wiped my tears with her fingers, and I found her watching me with an amused smile. This last session had been almost like the time with Dana, when she had drained me with her pussy and sucked my breath out with her soul kiss. As I got my senses back, her pussy was going through its last tremors, and Sarah kept watching me, her smile broken with soft gasps whenever my cock twitched weakly inside her channel, responding to her fingers working my balls. Finally, she stopped her ministrations and moved her hands to my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. After we surfaced to catch our breath, I mumbled, "I won't be able to have any children," making her laugh. Kissing me softly, she said, "I told you I know a lot about male anatomy." I was still too out of breath to reply, and with a more serious tone, she asked, "Was it too intense?" I nodded. "I thought so. When you came, your come felt very hot, almost burning my insides. I hope I didn't hurt you." I shook my head. "Put your weight on my legs, and rest." I couldn't argue, my arms were shaking, so I slipped my hands under her shoulders, while I put my weight on her body and legs. It must have been uncomfortable for her, bent in half, but she wrapped her arms around my back and embraced me, both of us enjoying the feeling. A few minutes later, I released her legs and slid my hands under her again, embracing her and pressing my chest against her tits, my head resting beside her head. I kissed her on her neck, licking behind her ear, and then nipped her ear lobe. She had given me so much pleasure, I wanted to love her to pieces, even though I was exhausted from the ordeal. When I released her legs, she wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her feet on my lower back, and ran her hands on my back, wriggling her body beneath mine, rubbing her tits to my chest, and cooing softly. Raising up, I locked my lips to hers. Even though she had told me not to, I gave her a soul kiss. I wanted to thank her for what she shared with me and wanted to let her know how I felt about her. This time she didn't resist, and responded in kind. For a moment I felt guilty, because I didn't feel about her the same way I did about Dana, and it wasn't fair to her. But, I didn't know any other way to let her know I loved her as a friend, as a lover. I just hoped, it wouldn't come back to haunt me later. We finished our kiss and continued with a lot of tongue action, licking, sucking and nipping each other's lips and tongue. I took a look at her, to see her reaction, and found her returning my gaze with a soft smile. Her eyes had the strange hue, but they were lethargic. She seemed to be completely satiated. As I was searching her face, she said, "Thank you, Mitch. I loved the kiss. Somehow it felt right." Then with a gentle smile she added, "But, let's not make a habit of it, OK?" I nodded. We both knew the spirit in which it was given and returned. We were enjoying the aftermath too much, and I felt so drained I didn't want to move. "Are we going to be late?" I asked. With a laugh, Sarah said, "A little bit, but if I know Kathy, she'll be expecting that. She'll be running late as well." "I gathered as much. Do you call each other like that regularly?" I asked. "Sometimes. I do it to her more frequently, especially when Mark is visiting her." "Mark doesn't mind?" "Would any man mind, when he has a hot woman in his hands? Did you mind?" She retorted with a snort, making me laugh. "Lately, I haven't had a partner; one that I felt comfortable with. That's why Kathy did what she did, now. If I hadn't been so preoccupied and exhausted, I would have been the one calling her," she added, her eyes filled with mirth. While we were conversing, I was lost in her eyes, how her gray eyes changed color as the green-blue motes caught the light. From a distance the only thing I could notice was the slight hue change, but up close it was easy to see how they speckled. My mind was busy trying to sort my feelings, trying to find an answer to why I still felt like loving her to pieces. Was it lust? Was it hunger? "What are you thinking?" she asked. I wasn't expecting her question, and replied, without thinking, "I want to love you to pieces." She gave a small laugh and replied, "But you already did. You want more?" Yeah, I wanted more, even though I wasn't physically able to do so. I just knew how I felt, but I didn't know why. I was embarrassed to answer her question, because I didn't want to make her feel like a piece of meat. She wasn't that. She was more than that. Suddenly I felt like a 15 year old kid, lost, confused, looking for the correct way to answer her question. "Mitch? Something the matter?" she asked, concerned. "Nothing. It's just... To tell the truth, yes. I want more. I don't know why, but I feel like making love to you more and more. Even though I can't get hard--" "Good!" she cut me off. "I want you to want me like that. Nothing wrong with that." "You know you're not just a woman to go to bed with. You're more than that. I don't understand why I want more of you, and I feel uncomfortable wanting you like that," I replied. "I understand, Mitch. Maybe you're feeling guilty because you want me, but don't want to get attached to me, and then there's your girl friend. But as I said, nothing wrong with wanting me like that. I know I worked you hard, because I lusted for you. Of course, it's another matter for your relationship, but don't be concerned about me. Maybe your pent up lust is catching up with you, after all, like it did with me?" she quipped, making me smile. Yep, she did have a point. Perhaps, my lust for her finally caught up with me, especially after what we had done, and how she worked me to a fever pitch the last few times. I wanted to repeat that experience. I realized I was thinking with my little head, even though it was dead to the world for all practical purposes. "I don't need to remind you, you're welcome anytime. I would love a repeat. I enjoyed myself very much. You know that." I kissed her, exploring her mouth. "You're a lovely woman, Sarah. Talented, warm, kind, generous, beautiful... simply lovely." "And you're a caring, loving friend, Mitch. And a good lover." I replied by gathering her in my arms, giving her a hard squeeze, and she responded in kind pressing with her feet on my ass and tightening her arms around my back, and we shared a hard, passionate kiss, filled with lust, and... love. Yes, there was love, different from what I had with Dana, but nonetheless, it was there. Our perfect embrace was interrupted with a soft, disappointed gasp from Sarah, when my cock slipped out from her pussy without any ceremony. "Damn," she quipped. "Double damn," I agreed. We broke into laughter at the incongruity of the situation. Gathering her in my arms, I sat on my heels, and let her sit on my thighs. I couldn't keep my hands off her body. Holding her under her arms, I pushed her away from me, and started to work on her tits, licking around her areola. I sucked her puffy nipples one after the other, before moving up to her chest, then to her neck to finally end at her lips with a kiss. With a smile, Sarah warned me. "If you keep that up, I'm going to want another round, but I'm afraid neither of us are in any condition to survive it." She must have been satiated, because her breathing was normal, and she wasn't showing any signs of arousal. With her feet locked around my lower back, she pulled herself to my chest and we held each other, enjoying he feel of each other's body. We stayed like that for a long time, reluctant to part. Perhaps, knowing we might not get another chance, we were trying to burn the moments into our memories. I knew I was memorizing her; how she felt, how she smelled, how she moved under me, how she kissed, how she touched, and I suspected she was doing the same. With a resigned sigh, she released me from her embrace, and said, "If we dawdle more, we'll be late, and Kathy will kill us." "You said she would need time." "Yeah, she would, but we still have to drive, and we might get caught up in traffic. You know your sister. I don't want to give her more ammunition to tease us." "She wouldn't dare." "Like last night, in the kitchen?" she reminded with a smile. "Shit. She would, wouldn't she? I should have put her on my knees a long time ago and taught her some respect." "Yeah, you should have," she agreed. Then with a teasing smile, added, "As if that would have helped." We went to the bathroom and shared a shower, washing each other. I was careful when I was washing her backside, as it was tender. When I asked, she replied it would feel a bit sore later, but she didn't mind it, because it had felt so good. Then she said, "It will remind me I was loved to pieces." She paid special attention when washing my cock, and then gave a couple of licks and sucks to see if there was any soap left. Even though we were running late, I pinned her to the shower wall, and ate her to a mild orgasm, wanting to taste her again, and to see her come. When we were finished, she was quiet, tired from all the orgasms, and a bit emotional. I was feeling emotional as well, already starting to miss her, not only the sex, which had been amazing, but her as a person, as a lover, as a woman. While drying each other with big towels, we found ourselves in an embrace, sharing another soul kiss, letting each other know how we felt. Yes, there was love, and a certain attachment, besides all the physical attraction and lust. Finally, we dressed in a hurry and hit the traffic. Last night, Mark had taken Kathy to her place in his car, leaving my car at Sarah's. Sarah suggested going in my car, instead of two cars. She mentioned the four of us might go out for dinner someplace tonight, and later drop her at her house. If we didn't go out, Mark or I could bring her back to her place. I suggested, she might stay over at Kathy's place for the night, and with a laugh, she replied, we might get thrown out by the neighbors. I was already thinking about how much I would miss her, and hadn't thought about Mark and Kathy going at it. I suggested I would drop her off at her place. With a smile, she quipped she would read me a bedtime story. We both knew what the title of the story would be. To evade most of the traffic, Sarah directed us to a rarely used road. Although it was a single lane road and empty, I was driving below the speed limits. "Come on, Mitch, floor it! You drive like my grandma." I liked driving fast, but did that on the roads I knew that were empty and when I was driving alone. I didn't like putting other people at risk, be it other drivers or a passenger in my car. After all, I was responsible for the safety of my passengers. When I didn't pay attention, she quipped, "If you aren't going to drive, why do you buy a sporty thing like this? You should buy a Volvo or something." "Sarah, I'm not familiar with this road. It's empty, but you never know. What's more I'm not driving alone." "There's a long straight stretch coming up. I want to see what this thing can do. Can we?" That I could do, if I could see the distance as much as she said, and she seemed to want to have a thrill ride. "We'll see, Sarah. Depends on the road. Better straighten your seat and check your seat belt." "Goody!" I took the curve towards the top of a small cliff, and as we cleared it, I saw a very long stretch of road that was empty. I floored the gas pedal, and shifted, while checking the side of the roads for any possible animals or other things that might cause a problem. By the time I was downhill a hundred yards or so, I was doing 90 km/hr, and was shifting to fourth. In a matter of seconds, we were speeding at 140 km/hr, and I shifted to fifth. Sarah was enjoying the ride, but I was tense, because there wasn't much margin for error. When I hit 17o I decided enough was enough, and eased my foot off the pedal, letting the car slow down to a more comfortable 110 km/hr. As we neared the end of the stretch, I shifted down from fifth to third, the engine revs hitting the yellows, and the car decelerated down to 60 km/hr with a loud whine. "Whoooeeeiii!" Sarah shouted, exhilarated with the short speed ride. I suspected she did this quite frequently on this road, and I was concerned for her safety. "Sarah, how frequently do you drive fast, here?" "Every time I visit Kathy. Why?" "How fast do you drive?" "Not too fast. I regularly hit 140, 150, but once I did 210," she replied with glee. _Jeeez! You nuts?_ Sarah must have seen the look on my face, because she laughed and said, "I like a fast ride, Mitch." I still remembered how I had survived my big accident, caused by lack of concentration, and I wasn't doing more than 90 at the time. "Sarah, this is between the two of us, OK?" Hearing my serious tone, she cooled off, and said, "Of course, Mitch." "Good, because nobody in the family knows this, and I'd like to keep it like that," I said and told her about my accident. When I finished, she was pale. "I'm not telling you this because it's a war story, OK? I'm telling you because it happened and it happened fast. A split second lack of concentration and things went wrong. At 140 or 150, and I don't want to think about 210, things go terribly wrong much faster, and with lethal effect. That day, I was lucky. That was a company car, and I didn't even know its mechanical history. I know this car inside out, how it responds. I spend hours at the garage each time it's being serviced, to make sure everything is OK. So, I know what it is capable of doing. On this road, at that empty stretch, yeah, sure; 140 or 150, you can do that, as long as you pay attention, but 210? I personally wouldn't go over 100. And this is daylight and not winter, yet. I do hope you aren't attempting something like this in winter or at night. Every time you take an unnecessary risk, you're inviting disaster. This road might be empty, but it's too narrow, not enough wiggle room. I just hit 170 and was nervous as hell. I'd rather find a two or three lane highway and hit 200 instead of doing 100 or more on this road. It's not a question of driver's skills; it's a question of contingency, backup planning. You have more room on an empty stretch of two or three lane road than here. It gives you options, space, and response time to deal with an emergency. Do you get what I'm saying?" She nodded, but I wasn't sure if she really got it, even though she was a grown up 24 year old woman, and knew about death. "Look, Sarah, didn't you do a stretch at the ER?" "In a few months, I'll be in the ER. Why?" "Do you visit Kathy in ER?" "Sometimes." "Good. Next time, look for traffic accident victims, and their conditions. When it was happening, I was angry with myself for my stupidity. The realization that I wouldn't get a chance to say goodbye or offer an apology for my stupidity made it even worse. It's a stupid way to go. I can't imagine how Kathy would react, seeing me on a slab, mangled beyond recognition, because I had been stupid. I love you. Kathy and many other people love you. Think of the people you might leave behind, if you don't think about the consequences for yourself. Fun is fun, but as you reminded me about unprotected sex, you can take precautions and still have fun." With a solemn expression, she said softly, "I will, Mitch. I promise," gripping my arm fiercely. I could see her mind was busy running over the scenario I had just given her. Perhaps the imagery I supplied using myself as an example, had been too much, but I didn't want to take any chances. Coming right after all we had shared, I knew the impact would be stronger and stay with her. I felt like a heel to scare and shock her that way, but in the long run, I hoped it might benefit her whenever she wanted to do something reckless, without carefully planning it, or thinking about consequences. I had learned about consequences, a lot, since childhood. Slowing the car, I pulled over to the side. Unfastening my seatbelt, and hers, I gathered her in my arms. When I kissed her, I felt her trembling. I had been right. It had shocked her. Even though she had seen death as a doctor, contemplating the death of somebody close to her--a man she had had in her bed less than an hour ago--was something else. "Sssshhh. Sarah, baby. It's OK. I didn't want to scare you, but I wanted to make you understand, really understand. I'm sorry, love. I'm sorry." She calmed down in a few minutes, and looked at me with a curious expression. "You're being careful at that place, aren't you?" "Yes, of course, Sarah." "But working there is an unnecessary risk. Why don't you leave?" _Shit! How the hell did you come up with that?_ "It's not the same thing, Sarah. We're talking about being reckless and taking a calculated risk. One involves no thinking, no planning, and no thought of consequences. The other involves careful investigation of all possible sources of problems, their consequences and a plan to deal with them. When I work on the rig floor, there's more risk of injury or death from the machinery and human error than from possible attacks on the rig. What I do for work is potentially dangerous. I have learned to be careful and take my time. The people I work with are professionals, and they take pride in what they do, and how they do it. All of us pay attention to safety. At the end of the day, I like what I do. Same as you. You like what you do." "It's difficult for people who love you to see it that way. I know your parents and Kathy don't see it that way." "I know, Sarah, but there's little I can do about it. As I said, it's what I do for a living, and I enjoy doing it. I know I wouldn't be happy doing anything else, at least, at the moment. How would you feel if you wanted to work as a doctor, but weren't allowed to?" "Well, I could always try singing," she quipped, but she was serious in her answer, implying I had other choices I could go for, and she was aware of the options. _Damn, Sarah. You too? Come on, love. Cut me some slack!_ "That's not fair, Sarah. Not everybody has other talents or skills that they can employ, or want to, choose to employ." Cupping my face, she kissed me, then said, "Sorry, Mitch. I was teasing." "No, you were not. You were being a good friend," I countered, softly. "And I appreciate it. But, sometimes you have to let people make their own decisions, however much you love them." "Unfortunately, you're right. But, I'll be another one who will be worrying about you," she replied. "Please, Sarah. I don't want to sound insensitive, uncaring, selfish or ungrateful for all the love and attention, but you don't know how it is. The more people worry about me, the more difficult and complicated things get. I'm already up to my neck," I said, gently, trying not to hurt her feelings. "I understand, Mitch. It was my way of saying I love you. As I said, you're right. When you love somebody, you want to protect them. I hope, one day, Kathy gets it too." "Thank you, Sarah. I love you too. Another reason for me to be very careful. I think... I think Kathy got it... almost," I said. I thought Kathy was getting it, perhaps because of the changes in me, and the talk we had had. Sarah's eyes widened for a moment, and she asked, "Is she? Really?" "I don't know for sure, love, but that's the impression I got." She plastered her lips to mine kissing me soundly, then said, "Oh, I do hope so, Mitch. She worries about you, too much." "I know, but I'm happy to see that she's got a good man in her life, and her best friend around her, whenever she needs them." "Yeah, but your fan club is getting more members who love you," she joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but as I thought about it, there was a truth to her words. Dana was a new addition to my life, and to a certain extent Sarah was becoming another one, as a friend--and perhaps as a lover. "And I love all of them," I replied, not able to come up with any other response that was appropriate. I loved them all, but in different ways. Kissing her, I said, "Let's get going, or Kathy will give us a hard time." Putting my seat belt on, I started the car. I speeded up a bit, not overly so in the empty stretches, doing something like 70 instead of the designated 50. As we reached a junction, she directed us through a maze of side roads, and eventually to a main road. There wasn't much traffic, and whenever it looked like we would hit one of the trouble spots, Sarah redirected us to alternative routes. We managed to arrive a bit late, but considering everything, it wasn't bad. * * * * * To be continued... Author's NOTE: This story is being continued. It is published-- more or less on a weekly schedule (Monday or Tuesday)--at three web sites as listed in the header, in HTML format. At the time of writing, the total chapter count is 26. I plan to regularly revise the material, as it is being written and published, thus the next ASCII version would be chapters 21-30, after ch-30 is posted. Until then (i.e. ASCII versions of chapters 21-30 are made available), you can follow the rest of this story at any one of the three web sites. If you have skipped the first part, namely the Intro/ReadMe section "{ASS} REV Tales from an Unknown Corner intro 1/3," but managed to read all the 20 chapters, then please do return, and quickly browse through it, as there's some information that might be of assitance. 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