CHAPTER – 15: The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

I closed the door, and turned to find Sarah moving into my arms. She hooked her hands around my neck, pulling me for a kiss. As she checked out my tonsils, she pushed me till my back was against the door, and plastered her body over mine, rubbing herself against me.

When we surfaced from the kiss, she said, “Finally, I have you where I want you.”

Giving me a soft kiss, she moved her hand down to work on my belt, before I realized what she was doing. By the time our kiss ended, she had my belt loose, the button open, and was pulling the zipper down. She put her hand on my chest, pushing me gently but firmly against the door, while her other hand was busy stroking my cock in my boxers. She moved to kneel in front of me, and pulled my jeans and boxers down in a single move, surprising me again by her passion. I could hear her panting and wondered if she would rape me there, but she just knelt in front of me, looking at my cock. Holding the shaft gently with one hand, she leaned in for a lick, while her other hand moved to cup my balls. I didn’t want to interrupt her, but I was thinking we could do this in more comfortable circumstances. After a few teasing licks, she let go of my cock and pulled my boxers and jeans back up, while she rose from her kneeling position.

Her actions surprised me again, but before I could voice my question she said, “I just wanted to have a look and I couldn’t wait. Now, I want to go to the bathroom and take out my tampon. I expect you to walk in on me.”

Wow! She really wants to play out the whole scenario.

“Mmmm. Good plan, Sarah. Very good plan.”

She gave a big grin. “I thought so, too,” she replied, her eyes aflame with arousal. “Give me two minutes.”

We walked the short hall, and she went into the bathroom. I continued to her bedroom, and took off my jacket and shirt, placing them on a chair. I took of my belt, since I didn’t want it to slow us down. After getting my hard-on in a comfortable position, I zipped up and buttoned my jeans. I waited another minute to give time to Sarah. I closed her bedroom door firmly, so that Sarah would know I would be arriving, and be ready to get into position for the encounter. I suspected she would be sitting on the toilet cover, with her jeans and panties at her ankles, like she had been that day.

I opened the door casually and there she was, in exactly the same position; jeans and panties around her ankles, knees spread wide, head bent, looking down, and her hand busy at her vagina. When she heard the door open she looked up. The only difference between the last time and now was the unadulterated lust in her eyes, instead of the shock she had had then.

Before I entered the bathroom I was already hard with expectation, and now, my erection throbbed as the memory of teenage years rushed in like a freight train. This wasn’t just déjà vu. It was more than that, and the effects unexpected. Taking a trip down memory lane was something I was used to. And, with my memory, my trips had always been special. But this was beyond that, helped along with the awakening of memories of that particular teenage moment. It was like traveling back in time. It probably took me half a minute, before I remembered where I was, although it felt like ages passed. The resulting effect on her was something incredible, sucking her into the scene. If I had tried play acting, my reaction wouldn’t have the same realistic effect on her.

Her hands were still at her pussy, fingers of one hand keeping her labia apart, giving me a good view of her moist pink flesh. She was holding the string of the tampon with her other hand, the end of tampon barely visible. I moved and knelt before her wide splayed legs, keeping eye contact with her.

“I’m sorry, Sarah. I didn’t know the toilet was occupied.” After a pause, I continued, “You seem to be in trouble. Can I help?”

She nodded her head, hesitantly, and chewed her lips like a scared young girl.

I kissed her on her cheek and whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll be careful. I won’t hurt you.”

She nodded again in the same apprehensive manner, and I caressed her cheek. Playing her role to the hilt, she seemed to relax a bit, and this time I kissed her on her lips. It was a chaste kiss, and she sighed softly. Except for her breathing and the lust in her eyes, we were playing the ‘what could have been’ to perfection.

“Please keep your fingers in position and lean back, so I can have a good look.”

She nodded her understanding. Her face was flushed, and it looked as if she was embarrassed, but we both knew it was from her building excitement and the anticipation of the moment. I knelt and, leaning in, took a good look. The moment evoked strange feelings; I was looking at a grown up woman, but it felt like I was looking at teenage girl flesh. The clean shaven labia, and the little bit of pubic hair on top of her mons gave that eerie effect. Gently I took the string to the tampon from her hand, and gave a gentle tug to get a feel, as if I was scared of hurting her. From the little pull I exerted, I knew she was deliberately squeezing her pussy muscles, giving the impression that it was stuck inside. I chuckled internally at her antics, but it was quite arousing when I thought about the situation, and how it could have turned out so many years ago if we both had been more experienced and daring. The thought sent a new surge of excitement, and I felt my cock throb with the sudden rush of fresh blood to my lower regions.

“Sarah, honey. It’s kind of stuck there, and if I try to pull it, it will hurt you,” I said softly.

She nodded, and her forehead crinkled with apprehension. She hesitantly asked, “W-What can we do?”

She was good.

“You need to relax, Sarah. You’re too tense, and your little box is tense as well.”

“This never happened before. I can’t seem to relax.”

“I think I can help you relax. But you have to trust me. I won’t hurt you. Do you understand, Sarah?”

“I trust you, Mitch. What are you going to do?”

I gave a long, soft kiss, and asked, “Do you like kissing like this?”

She nodded with a smile.

“I’m going to kiss you like that... down there. Do you think you will enjoy that?”

“Some girls say their boyfriends do something like that. Isn’t it dirty or gross?”

“No, Sarah. It’s not dirty. You’re beautiful down there, and I would love to do that for you. It will feel great and make you relax. May I try? Please?”

She nodded hesitantly, and her color deepened, caught in the excitement of the moment. Then she asked, “You’re going to make me cum with your mouth, aren’t you?”

At her question, I looked at her and said, “Yes, Sarah. I would like to try to do just that. Can I have another kiss before I start?”

I rose up without waiting for her answer, and she grabbed my head, locking her lips without hesitation. We enjoyed a clumsy kiss, like teenagers, but the effect was magic. When our kiss ended, she was breathing hard, but more relaxed and excited.

I knelt down in front of her splayed legs, gazed at her pussy, and mumbled, “You’re beautiful, Sarah. I think you’ll taste sweet as well.”

First, I touched her flesh with my lips softly, and then slowly started to lick the inner lips, from bottom to top. Despite the tampon she was juicing up plenty. After a few licks I looked up, and she had her eyes closed, panting softly, her nose flaring. Sensing that I stopped attending to her pussy, she opened her eyes, and looked at me.

“Do you like it?”

Her answer was much more enthusiastic than her earlier replies. “It feels good. You really don’t mind doing that?”

“Sarah you taste great. Just as I hoped. I’m really going to enjoy doing this. Just close your eyes and enjoy yourself. It will feel much better in a short while.”

She closed her eyes, waiting for me to continue, her breathing getting heavier. I started to lick her again, while applying little pulls to the string, tugging at her tampon to stimulate her channel, but softly enough so that the tampon stayed inside her. After a while, she started moaning, and she removed the hand which held her labia open, letting my hand take over. When I looked up, she had her hand under her sweater, busy playing with her tits. When I started to lick around her clitoris she gave a soft scream, her thighs starting to tremble, and her hips working to get more of my tongue action on her pussy.

I kept teasing her, instead of trying to bring her over, and her screams changed to needy wails. I wanted her to ask for it. Finally, she couldn’t help herself and she started to beg, “Please, Mitch... it’s so good... please, do me... do it to me... I’m almost there. Make me cum.”

I stopped what I was doing, and looked at her. When she felt me stop, she opened her eyes. She was needy, but not like the last time, and she still had her wits. Falling back into her role, she begged, “Please, Mitch. You promised you would kiss me there until I cum. Please. Do it.”

“I will, Sarah. I want you to pull up your sweater. I want to see your tits.”

She acted a bit self-conscious and shy, when she heard my request, but when I didn’t continue to lick and kept teasing her with my fingers, she lifted her sweater up, displaying a beautiful set of tits. They were perfectly shaped, firm, slightly pendulous due to their size but without being saggy. They were conical towards the tip. A set of pink, very erect, puffy nipples adorned the tips of them, standing at attention in the middle of crinkly, darker areola.

“They’re beautiful, Sarah.”

They begged to be kissed, so I rose up to lick from the underside to the top, and circled the nipple before sucking it, getting a nice moan for my efforts. Repeating the same action on her other breast, I moved for a kiss and we had a hot and wet kiss, Sarah licking her juices from my lips and then sucking my tongue. My finger was busy at her pussy, playing with the hood of her clitoris, trying to keep her on edge, making her gasp and pant into my mouth. After the kiss, I revisited her tits, before traveling further down to her pussy, leaving a wet trail, while my hands took over from where my lips left, at her tits, playing, kneading and teasing her flesh, pulling on her nipples.

Back at her pussy, I gently sucked her clitoris, which had come out from its protective hood. As I had noticed before, it was pretty large, like a small penis. I wondered if that’s why she was so hot and horny. As I sucked her clit, her hips came up, thighs trembling, and she started to wail her pleasure. Keeping one hand on her tit, I moved my other hand down to pull on the string to stimulate her, as she neared her peak. The combination of my efforts sucking and licking her clitoris, and the rhythmic pull I applied on the string had her on the brink in a few minutes. Wrapping the excess length of the string around my finger until I felt the bottom of the tampon at the tip of my finger, I got ready to bring her over.

I started to lick around her clit in circles, then applied gentle suction and nipped it very lightly a few times, while I started to work her nipple, which had swelled between my fingers. As she screamed her release, I started to pull the tampon with the string and pushed it back with the tip of my finger, while sucking her clit, driving her crazy, her short but sharp screams echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. As her screams tapered off to occasional moans, I slowly pulled the tampon, drawing out the last dregs of pleasure from her trembling, shaking body. As the tampon came out, it was followed by a little flood of her juices trapped behind it. Taking care not to over stimulate her clitoris, I locked my lips around her labia and worked my tongue at the entrance to her channel, with occasional swipes along the length of her slit, reaching her clitoris. She started to thrash again, but, to my surprise, I didn’t have much difficulty keeping up with her movements. Then I realized one of my knees was on the crotch of her jeans and panties, pooled around her feet, effectively trapping her into position. She had no way to escape my attention, except wiggling her ass or raising it up a limited distance.

Since she was still hot, and moving along to a second orgasm, I decided to go the whole distance. I dropped the tampon on the floor, and slowly worked a finger into her channel vacated recently by the tampon, while my tongue got busy over the hood of her clit; the bottom of my tongue making gentle swipes over the hood and exposed part of her clit. Adding a second finger, I rotated them and formed a hook, searching for her ON switch. I was pretty careful, after the experience I had had with Dana in my first test of that technique. I didn’t want to lose a tooth or get my lips cut with a sudden reaction. Still, when I first touched it by accident, Sarah lurched up. Luckily her movements were very much restricted by her pants and my knee.

My upper body prevented her from locking her legs around my head, even though she tried to close her legs instinctively. As I rubbed her special spot, she tried to take a deep breath, probably to scream her head off, however she was having difficulty breathing, panting and gasping. For a moment I was scared she would faint from lack of oxygen. The way she struggled, and thrashed on the toilet seat, the way her body trembled, made me wonder if she was slowly suffocating. Just as I was deciding to give her a break, I felt her diaphragm expand, and a few seconds later she exhaled slowly, with a wail that sounded like a wounded animal. She tried to push me away from her pussy, but I wanted to drag out her pleasure. I eased my rubbing but kept up on her clitoris. Her fingers grabbed my hair, pulling me hard against her pussy and she shrieked. A few seconds later, her fingers relaxed their hold, and I eased up on her clitoris which was starting to recede back under the hood. I kept rubbing her spot, trying to keep her at the peak, but her channel was gripping my fingers hard, fluttering and made it difficult to keep in position. I tried slow strokes as she started to come down, feeling her snug channel work its magic, trying to suck the invaders in, and swallow them. Her belly kept trembling, the stomach muscles doing double time, flexing with the after effects of her orgasm.

I kept kissing and licking her inner lips and labia, as I withdrew my fingers, releasing another small flood of her juices. I was amazed by the amount of fluids she seemed to produce. When I looked up, her back was on the small reservoir, her had thrown back, resting on the wall, and her eyes were squeezed shut from the pleasure. She was breathing hard, but it was slowing down. For a moment I felt guilty that I worked her body so hard, but I was sure she enjoyed herself, and the fantasy play probably enhanced her experience. I knew I enjoyed the whole thing. If we had able to do something when we were young, we probably would have messed it up. Now, it had been perfect. I realized I still had one hand on her tit, and was squeezing her flesh hard in my excitement, trying to pleasure her as much as possible, so I eased my hold and caressed the soft flesh gently trying to sooth it. When I lifted my hand off her tit, I saw the imprint of my fingers. I must have been squeezing it quite brutally.

I rose up and slowly kissed her belly, making my way back to her tits, and paid extra attention kissing her bruised tit, before moving to kiss her. When she felt my face near her and smelled her own womanly scent on my lips, my moustache and beard, her nose flared, and her eyes opened. I waited until she managed to focus on my face. Even though she had two hard orgasms, she seemed to feed on the pleasure. There was still unburned passion in her eyes, softened quite a bit with the pleasure she had experienced. She would be ready to go again in a short while, unless of course her heart gave out under the strain. For a moment I was taken aback by her appetite and energy, scared that she would eat me alive during the night. However, it was a short-lived fright, her lust turning me on and my own unsatisfied lust rising up, overcoming the fear.

I think this is going to be one memorable night. I wonder if we’ll survive each other or this experience.

As she regained control of her breathing, she licked her lips, and then asked, “God, what were you trying to do? Kill me?”

“Did I hurt you?” I asked.

“No.”

“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, but I would try to make you come,” I teased her.

“You rat. You call that trying to make me come? I was dying. I thought my heart would burst or get sucked out of my pussy.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Sarah,” I replied softly.

She was going to give me a snappy reply, but then her expression softened, and she kissed me. “Thank you, Mitch. It was exquisite. It was beyond my expectations. It wouldn’t have been anywhere close if we had done something, anything, at the time; inexperienced and shy as we were then.”

“I enjoyed it as much as you, Sarah. As you said, I doubt I would have been able to bring you pleasure then. Thank you for giving both of us the opportunity.”

We shared a long kiss, and she worked her tongue inside my mouth, working me up. The way she worked her lips and tongue, she was letting me know that she was going to suck me dry. Just the thought of her lips wrapped around my cock was enough to drive me crazy, after the way she kissed.

“Don’t you feel thirsty? I think you should have a glass or two of water. You lost a lot of fluids,” I reminded her.

“Thanks to you, there isn’t a drop of liquid left in my body,” she retorted. “I love tasting myself on your lips, on your tongue. It makes me horny.”

Putting her words into action she kissed me again, licking my lips and collecting her oils from my moustache. I moved my hand to check her pussy, and I felt her moisture seeping between the open lips of her labia, surprised again by how she seemed to produce so much liquid. She felt what I was doing, and smiled, and when I showed her my wet finger, she said, “OK. You don’t have to rub my nose in it. I might have some fluids left in my body.”

“I’d rather rub my tongue in it,” I quipped, before adding, “I’m not saying anything. I’m just surprised how wet you are, not that I’m complaining. It’s quite a turn on.”

“Yeah, stud. You make me wet my panties,” she retorted. Then, she took my hand, and licked my fingers that had been in her pussy, sucking them clean, while giving me a lecherous smile.

In a more serious tone she said, “It helps during sex. I’m lucky that I’m not excessively wet during normal times. It can be a problem, causing a yeast infection or something if I’m not careful. Sometimes, I have to use a tampon or a panty liner, but except when I’m hot and horny I’m not that wet.”

“Well, you were hot and horny, but I didn’t see any panty liners or tampons tonight,” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“Ahh. That’s a secret. I wanted you to feel and smell a woman in heat. I told you I lusted after you and I pulled all the stops, except...”

“Except?”

“After what Kathy told me, I promised myself I wasn’t going to try anything, if you said no because of your girl friend. Fun is fun, lust is lust, but friendship and love are too important to throw aside because you want to have fun or satisfy your lust. I admit I worked you up, but I didn’t hear anything from you asking me to slow down. I love you, Mitch. Not as in romantic love, but as a considerate lover, bed partner, and as my best friend’s brother. I promised you one night, but until I find my own man, you have a standing invitation to share my bed. I could really do with a partner like you, but that’s something for later, and is solely at your discretion. I’m not going to harass you with it. Not after what you did. We still have the whole night, and early morning to sate our thirst.” She finished with a tingling laugh, her shaking breasts catching my eye, and reminding me the painful hard-on in my pants.

“Can you get me a glass of water. I’m really thirsty, and if I try to slake my thirst on something else, I’m afraid I won’t leave anything in you for the rest of the night,” she quipped.

Unfortunately, there was no cup in the bathroom. I had taken the only one to her bedroom early on. So, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a big glass, and a bottle of water from the fridge, and returned to the bathroom. I knew she wanted to complete the whole scene from the past with a blowjob in the bathroom, before we retired to her bedroom for the rest of the festivities, which suited me fine. I was close to bursting out with need also, the excitement of the whole scene, and pleasuring her kept me from focusing on my own needs. However, knowing what was coming made me realize my own pent up lust.

After she finished two glasses of water, she was looking forward to the next phase of our little scenario. Sitting up, she pulled me close, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled the zipper down. Then with deft little moves she slid my jeans and boxers down, releasing my hard cock.

The tip was already wet, leaking some precum and she gave a quick lick, tasting it, before looking up at me. “You’re pretty close, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yep. I got worked up pretty good. I don’t think I’ll last too long.”

“Hmm... I don’t want you to shoot off too soon. I can take the edge off, but...”

“But?”

“It involves a little bit of pain, and I don’t want to do that just because I want to enjoy sucking you longer.”

“What kind of pain?”

“A little flick on your testicles, and I will also press at the root, but that doesn’t really hurt. The flick on the testicles will hurt, momentarily, and as a man you should know how sensitive the testicles are. I don’t really want to do that Mitch, just to enjoy sucking you. I think you will enjoy it whether it’s short or long. But, I know I will give you a lot of pleasure if it is longer. As they say, no pain, no gain. Your call.”

She was smiling when she said it, but I could sense her unease and a bit of guilt mixed with what she was suggesting. To ease her nerves I kissed her, and then said, “I choose the pain, Sarah. We didn’t wait this long to waste the opportunity.”

On the outside I was calm, but my insides were churning a bit with apprehension. I knew she wouldn’t hurt me. After all, she was a doctor, and knew about pain, and male anatomy. I was going to discover how much she knew about male anatomy later.

“Give me another kiss, Mitch,” she said, and as I was bending over, she flicked with her finger sharply at my testicles, catching me with surprise. The pain was sharp, and since I wasn’t expecting it, I grunted, although it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Then she pressed at the root of my shaft, and combined with the after effects of the throbbing pain that was receding, they worked perfectly to take the edge off my immediate problem. I saw her eyes getting moist, and I shook my head. Leaning in whispered, “It wasn’t that bad, Sarah. You distracted me nicely, and caught me by surprise.”

Giving her a long kiss, I looked in her eyes, and she seemed to get over her initial discomfort.

“Are you going to kiss and heal me now?” I asked, with a grin.

That had the desired effect, eliciting soft laughter. “Oh, yes. I’m going to play doctor with you.”

For the next twenty minutes, she tortured me with her velvet mouth and tongue, taking me to the edge then back several times. After the first ten minutes my legs were shaking, and after another five minutes, I was gritting my teeth. Her tongue was hard, and rough, her mouth sucking hard, then her tongue was light as a feather, the suction soft, teasing, the lips caressing, their touch almost non-existent, sliding over the length of my shaft. She got my balls simmering then almost boiling, before she let them cool off to get them simmering again, taking me to the edge over and over. I’ve never been tortured in such an exquisite manner. Changing her position, she aligned her throat and opened it up, swallowing my cock completely to the balls, the glans lodged inside her throat, as she worked her muscles there, working on the sensitive underside of the glans and all around it. Pulling out, she applied soft teasing suction, and repeated her deep throating. When she felt me draw close, she eased up on her ministrations, or pressed at the root of my shaft.

When I looked down, I saw her watching me closely, enjoying the torture she was putting me through, her eyes laughing, teasing. She was having a great time making love to my cock. As I gritted my teeth, feeling the simmering in my balls slowly coming to a boil again, she eased up on her suction, and started to deep throat me. When I drew even closer, she went back to applying her lips gently around my shaft, sliding it between them, over her tongue, while she gently sucked. She used her fingers of one hand on my shaft, milking my shaft, while her other hand cradled my balls, rolling my nuts, and tickling my sack. Her tongue kept teasing the sensitive underside, helping to milk my cock. When she released me from her lips for a moment, I caught sight of my dick. The head was an angry looking purple, swollen, and after a tentative lick around it, she took it in her mouth again. My legs were starting to shake with the strain, and I was getting desperate to come.

Little by little, she drew my pleasure out, her tongue and mouth became ever softer, teasing. I knew when I came it was going to be special. I just hoped my legs didn’t give up first. As the tip of my cock hardened more, getting ready to unload, and the little hole flared open, she must have felt it throbbing with urgency, because the next thing she did was to use her tongue to play with the hole, making my balls lurch. Returning to caress the underside of the glans, and applying a soft suction, she pushed me over the edge. As my come traveled along the shaft, she moved her lips over it, letting the underside of my shaft slide over her tongue, all the way to the tip, while fondling my balls, and making me pump out more. I burst hard and fast in the first few seconds, and filled her mouth. She quickly swallowed, before continuing with her gentle suction and tongue action to the rhythm of my bursts, while playing with my balls, milking the rest of my come gently, with exquisite slowness out of my shaft. All my feelings were concentrated at that single point in my body.

I wasn’t sure how long it continued, but she kept up her actions, without making me overly sensitive, and it felt like I was pouring my insides through my cock. When I stopped pumping, and the outflow turned into a trickle, I let out a heavy groan through my clenched teeth. As I relaxed my jaw, it hurt, as if it was sore, and I realized I must have been gritting my teeth. When I managed to gather myself a bit, I realized my cheeks were wet. The pleasure had been too much, making me squeeze my eyes shut, forcing tears. I tried to massage my jaw and wipe my tears, but my legs were shaking like hell, and I was ready to collapse. Sarah was cupping my ass trying to support me, while she gently nursed on my cock, trying to get the last bit of cum trapped within the seminal canal, by milking it along the length of it. To steady myself, I had to hold onto her shoulders for a few minutes. When I caught my breath, I realized she still had me in her mouth, letting my cock rest without stimulating it.

God, the way she sucked me was incredible, and I wondered if I would be able to get it hard again tonight. I wiped the tears, and massaged my jaw, opening and closing my mouth, trying to loosen the muscles.

When she felt I was back to myself, she released me from her mouth and looked up. I could see specks of my cum around her lips, and chin. Probably my initial explosion had overwhelmed her. I had felt the force of the first bursts. At the time, I thought my balls would eject from the shaft; it had been that intense, even though she had been gently milking my cock as she took me over the edge.

Holding onto her shoulders, I knelt in front of her, my legs still unsteady after the experience. Once my knees were firmly on the floor, I kissed her, hard, then softly. I could taste myself in her mouth and on her tongue, but after the pleasure she gave me, I didn’t mind. When we surfaced, she was smiling, satisfied with the pleasure she had given me.

“I thought you wanted to leave something for the rest of the night.”

“This was just to take the edge off, Mitch,” she teased.

“God, Sarah. I thought my balls would melt down and you’d be sucking them. One day I want to have children, if you let me keep my balls.”

“Good. That’s almost how it felt with what you did to me.”

“So, this was a pay back.”

“Ahh, Mitch. After the pleasure you gave me, I wanted to return it. Now, we’ll take a short break, and I’ll feed you a little snack to get your strength back.”

“You’re going to kill me tonight, aren’t you?”

“Me? No way. I’m not going to risk that. Not with Kathy watching over you. She’d skin me alive,” she retorted. “But, you can kill me. I’d rather have you kill me than get skinned by her. I’m looking forward to your tender mercies.”

We shared several kisses, and I teased her breasts, before she pulled the hem of her sweater down. Finally catching our breath, we pulled up our underwear and jeans, before going to the kitchen. I was going to wash my face, but seeing Sarah hadn’t, I decided to follow suit. It would be dirty, and decadent to sit in the kitchen smelling of each other. Taking my shirt and jacket off had been a lucky decision, otherwise, back at Kathy’s place, I would have been a constant target of her teasing about how I smelled. If tonight’s teasing was an indication, there was no need to supply more fuel to the fire.

 

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