Tales from an Unknown Corner

CHAPTER – 50: Relief, or Comfort, or Scorcher?

When I rang the bell, Dana opened the door, and wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me in for a long, hot kiss. After we surfaced from it, we continued with little ones, licking, chewing each other’s lips. I was running my hands over her back, and she writhed in my arms, rubbing her body against mine, but when we heard the sound of a neighbor’s door opening, we had to break it. Hastily, she pulled me inside, and kicked the door closed, then pushing me against it she moved in to plaster her body all over mine. We exchanged a few more kisses. Then, she dragged me to the living room, and seated me next to Sarah on the big couch, planting herself next to me on the other side, effectively bracketing me between them.

I was a bit flabbergasted by Dana’s heated welcome, and before I got over it, Sarah welcomed me in a similar fashion, mauling my lips. I was just wondering if the girls were up to something, when my train of thought got derailed by the feel of a hand stroking my penis over my jeans. Eventually, Sarah slowed down her attentions, and sat back, while the hand that was working me up moved away before I could identify the owner. When I caught my breath, I looked at them trying to figure out what was going on, but except for mischievous smiles, I couldn’t read much on their faces.

“Uhh... OK! I’ll play. What’s going on?” I asked.

“Nothing. We just missed you, and thought we should show you how much,” Dana answered.

“Mmmm. I could get used to this.”

“That’s the idea,” Sarah responded.

“Yes, it is. So relax, and tell us what’s happening,” Dana said.

I told them about what Ulysses and his lawyer—Mr. Holcomb—had told me, and their plan of action, skipping the prior conversation I had had with Amy, while filling in the missing gaps for both girls. When I finished, they both had questions, especially Sarah. She wanted to know if she had to visit the police or go to court. I told her I didn’t expect her to, and neither did Ulysses. I told her if things worked out as planned, then we would put the incident behind us cleanly, without much fuss. She told me she would do everything in her power to get the assailants convicted. From the way she said it, I knew she was very serious, and wanted them to pay for what they were planning to do and the trauma they caused to Dana. When Dana didn’t say anything but smiled at Sarah, I realized they must have talked about it before my arrival. I could feel a closer bond between them; it was palpable, almost like a physical presence.

I told Dana that we would have to delay our departure a day or two, explaining that I had another meeting with Ulysses. We would know more how things were developing, and then we could make our vacation plans. I also told her I called Alex to cancel my appointment with him today, and she told me she had forgotten about it and our plans to visit Gary.

“You know, you can call Alex, get Gary’s address, and we can visit him. Then you can ask him about doing the pictures in his lab. It’s something different to occupy us all, if you want. It will take your mind off other things,” Dana suggested.

“Perhaps, but I would rather spend the time with just you two,” I replied. “Do you want to go out somewhere to eat?”

“Well, we thought we could have dinner at home. I forgot to buy a few things, so I need to go and do some more shopping. When I get back we will cook,” Dana suggested.

“Can’t you call them up and get it sent?” I asked.

“Sorry, dear. I need to go and get it, but that can wait,” she replied.

I asked what they had done while I was away, and Sarah told me they had gone shopping, and then stopped at a small café to have a light lunch. They had returned home after they called me at the club and had been waiting for me. Sarah stood up, telling us she wanted to pack her things before getting busy in the kitchen. Before I could spill out the new travel arrangement we made for her, I felt Dana’s hand on my arm, stopping me with a small squeeze. When Sarah left the room, I directed a questioning look to Dana.

“I made the reservation, but didn’t have a chance to pick up her ticket, yet,” she offered. “I want to surprise her.”

“I see... and that explains the story about forgetting some items when shopping?” I asked.

She smiled, and nodded. “I thought you could keep her occupied,” she added with a twinkle in her eyes.

“I don’t know how I could do that,” I retorted.

“I’m sure you can find something,” she replied coyly. Slowly, the playful look in her eyes gave way to a tender look of concern. “She needs some attention, Mitch. Don’t let her looks fool you. She’s hurting inside. Last night, we shared a lot, but now I know it hadn’t been easy on her. I suspect she felt my pain and hurt. She’s a strong girl, but she’s also very sensitive.”

“Did you talk?” I asked.

“No, we didn’t. I think she was worried that it would open old wounds, and she knows how much she helped me last night. I was almost tempted to take her hurt away, but... I don’t think it’s the right time. I–;I...” she trailed off with a slight fluster to her face, and averted her eyes momentarily.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just... I wanted to take her hurt away, but I think she needs a man’s loving more than a woman’s loving. I love her, but I don’t want to scare her. I don’t think she’s ready for something like that, yet.”

I was surprised at her frankness, but I understood her concern and reason for the slight flush on her cheeks. Even though I knew it was none of my business and I didn’t want to embarrass her, I just couldn’t help myself but continue to talk about the subject. “I... umm... Did she say or do something to indicate that?”

“No, she didn’t. Last night, with our emotions running high, I didn’t have time to think about how my story must have affected her, but this morning it took her some time before she was her normal cheery self, so it must have been hard on her. I suspect she wouldn’t have done what she did under normal circumstances. I know she did it because she loves me... she loves us both. And now, I realize I needed her comforting... as much as I needed yours last night. I-I... I—” She paused and took a deep breath to compose herself. With an earnest look in her eyes, she continued. “I would have done the same if she were in my position. I love her, Mitch. I do love her, but I don’t want to embarrass her.” Her eyes got distant briefly as she considered something, and I waited patiently. Her shoulders dropped as she let out a resigned sigh before her eyes returned to my face. “Maybe... maybe I’m not as ready as I think I am... I don’t know. Part of me tells me to make love to her, but... I’m scared...”

I didn’t know what she was feeling, but from what she was telling me, I suspected she desired her, but she was also scared that she might lose her if she did something. “I understand. She is... she has that effect, doesn’t she? She... she kind of grows on you, the more you get to know her... I know she’s attractive, and warm, and that’s a... well, that’s a combination that is difficult to resist. Especially if you love someone. You know, you have the same effect on me... in fact, you have a devastating effect on me. It’s all right. It’s really all right, Dana. Don’t worry about it too much, OK? You just need time to figure out things. And don’t be concerned about me. I mean, I love you. I do love you and... I... umm... about Sarah... I—”

“I love you, too, Mitch,” she said and she put a finger on my lips to shush me, without giving me a chance to say anything further about how I felt about either girl. Then her finger traced a tingling line to my cheek. “I need to pick up her ticket and do some more shopping. We forgot about dessert. Do you know what she likes?”

“I think she likes fruit cake and ice cream,” I replied feeling relieved at the change of subject. I was still unsure of my feelings about Sarah, even though I loved her albeit differently.

“OK, I’ll drop by a patisserie. I’ll be away for two hours or more. Please, love and comfort her while I’m gone,” she said softly.

Instead of an answer, I pulled her for a long kiss. “How about you? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, Mitch. Last night, I over-reacted. I was scared. The past is in the past, and I’m over it, but I guess part of it stays with me,” she replied.

“I think I understand. They never caught the perpetrator,” I said. Initially, I was about to use ‘bastard’ in place of ‘perpetrator,’ but somehow ‘bastard’ felt too personal, too close for comfort, and I realized I wanted Dana to feel distanced from the events in her past, and from that animal who hurt her so terribly. “So there was no closure, no satisfaction of seeing him punished or put away.” Hesitantly, I asked, “Is that why you punished him?”

“I guess... I wanted somebody to pay for it, and after what he said... what he was planning to do...”

I tightened my arms around her to make her feel safe, sheltered, and she rested her head against my shoulder. “It’s all right, Dana. I understand. I’m sorry that you had to go through this, after so many years.”

For a long time, she held onto me, quietly. Then, with an apologetic tone she said, “I didn’t even think of what might happen to you, or Sarah, or anybody else for that matter. I was so scared, and then so angry... You could have gotten injured. How did you manage to fight them off? Was it something from your time in the army?”

“Something like that,” I temporized. “It’s not really important. What’s important is nobody got hurt... except for those three. And with Ulysses’ help they might go away for quite some time.”

She pulled back and gave me a long, searching look. “Did I ask something I shouldn’t?”

“No, it’s not that. I-I... I’m not happy with what I did. I can take care of myself. I just don’t like to talk about it... of what I did,” I replied trying to steer the subject from what I could do, to what I did. As Sarah guessed correctly on the dance floor last night, I didn’t feel ready to talk about some things... about my training...

“Mitch, you protected me... us. You did what you had to do. I don’t understand why you hide what you’re hiding. I know you’re kind and gentle. Also sensitive, but you try to hide it behind a wall. I know it’s there, because I saw it. Do you think you’d scare me if you talk about whatever it is you’re hiding?”

Her words didn’t help me put my worries at ease. She hit too close for comfort. I wanted to think about it before making my decision. “Maybe... I don’t know. We’ll talk it over, but please, not now.”

Clutching my neck, she pulled me in and locked her lips for a soft kiss, and ran her fingers along my cheek. “Whenever you’re ready to talk, Mitch,” she said, after the kiss.

“Thank you, Dana. I... I promise, I’ll explain...”

I can’t believe what you just said! Damn it, don’t make promises you can’t keep.

I... shit! Well, when the time comes, we’ll see how it goes. I didn’t promise to tell her everything, did I? And she’s bound to hear or learn about it eventually.

Then another thought occurred to me.

Did Sarah tell her something about...

I suspected she would keep it a secret. After all, she knew I didn’t want to talk about it, in fact, I was sure she understood I was inclined to keep it a secret for a long time.

But you know how women are... sometimes they meddle in things thinking they are helping...

I... ah... well... if that’s the case, there’s very little I can do about it... What do you want me to do? Pull Sarah over my knees and give her a spanking? It ain’t gonna happen.

I gave an internal chuckle at the thought of spanking Sarah, which helped me unwind. She really had a lovely ass... too lovely to spank... but to kiss, and lick and...

Dana’s voice brought me back to the present. “It’s all right,” she said, then extricated herself from my embrace, and stood up. “I better get the shopping done.”

I stood up and pulled her into my arms again. “What’s the hurry?”

“It’s past three o’clock. When I come back I have to do some cooking.”

“I can help with the cooking, or we can order something,” I replied.

“Oh, no. Sarah and I planned to cook. Nothing elaborate...”

“OK! If you want to.”

“We want to. So, sit down and relax,” she said and moved out of my arms. “And keep Sarah occupied,” she reminded me over her shoulder just before she left the room.

A few minutes later, I heard the door close, and knew she had left the flat. I sat for a few minutes thinking about our conversation, then remembering the family lawyer was awaiting a call from me, I went to the telephone. I called Jonas Parks, and summarized what had been discussed. When he heard what Ulysses was planning, he sounded a bit apprehensive. When I probed him, he told me it was coercion, but under the circumstances—and off the record—he agreed it was a sound strategy. “I didn’t hear it, and you didn’t tell me this,” he said with a warning tone. “Look, Mitch. It’s not a crime, but if something happens and things get out of hand... you understand where I am coming from?”

I realized he had a point there. I apologized for putting him in a difficult situation, but he cut me off and told me that I have to be careful. Then, he gave me the name and number of a criminal lawyer, a Mr. S. Lawrence. After I noted the information down, he told me that he had called him personally on my behalf, and I could call on Mr. Lawrence’s services anytime should I need any legal counsel. I asked Jonas if I should immediately get in touch with Mr. Lawrence regarding the situation, and he suggested that I should give him a call to introduce myself, at least, and also inform him about the possibility of calling on his services should the need arise. He told me it was too early to involve a lawyer, since he felt that Ulysses and Mr. Basil Holcomb were on top of things. Although unsaid, I suspected he was also implying the necessity to keep the ‘controversial’ or ‘unusual’ aspects of the plan of action limited only to the three people involved, me, Ulysses, and Basil. After promising to keep Jonas up to date, and thanking him for all his help, again, I ended the call.

Next, I dialed Mr. Lawrence, and introduced myself. I mentioned that I got his name from Jonas Parks. He replied that he was expecting my call. I told him I might call on his services should the need arise and he asked me about my situation. After I gave him a short summary skipping parts of what Ulysses was planning to do, he agreed that the course of action chosen by Ulysses’ lawyer was a very reasonable strategy. He further noted that Mr. Holcomb was reputed to be one of the best.

“I’m not him, Mr. Tanner, but my fees are pretty reasonable,” he joked, before adding, “however, I think you’re in very capable hands. Please, do not hesitate to call on me should you feel you need some informal advice, or a second opinion, but as I said, I believe you’re in good hands.”

After a few more pleasantries, I thanked him, and finished the call. Picking up the TV remote, I channel surfed, but finding nothing of interest, I turned off the TV, and put on the stereo. Feeling restless, and bored, and wondering what was taking Sarah so long, I decided to check on her. I found her in the spare bedroom, where she was packing her suitcase.

“Do you need help?” I asked.

She jumped at the sound of my voice. Collecting herself, she turned to me and said, “Jeeeez, Mitch. You scared me. Don’t sneak up on me so quietly.”

“Sorry, Sarah. I didn’t realize. So are you finished packing?”

“Almost.”

I looked over the contents of the suitcase and shook my head. “Do you have more to put in your suitcase? By the looks of it, you won’t be able to close it.”

“What do you know about packing a suitcase?” she retorted, giving me an annoyed look.

“Sorry, my dear, but I do know a lot about packing a suitcase. I lived in a suitcase for more than four years, and still do. I travel a lot... every month, back and forth.”

Taking my reply as a challenge, she responded, “If you think you can do better, go ahead, knock yourself out.”

Picking up my personal stuff from the bed, I put them on top of my suitcase, and went about emptying her suitcase, placing the items neatly on the bed, organizing them in groups. Then, I started putting them back in her suitcase, sometimes folding the various items differently then she had, and taking special care of items that might be wrinkled. In about ten minutes, everything was in there, neatly, with enough room for more clothes, without a bulge anywhere. When I turned to look at her, she had surprise written all over her face. Noticing my smug look, she tried to be nonchalant about it. When she didn’t say anything, I tried to get a rise out of her.

“Sooo... We can even pack you in there,” I said, and received a snort. Not satisfied with her response, I added, “That is... if you weren’t overweight...”

Her head shot up. She had a sweater in her hand in its original packing. Throwing it on the bed, she approached me with a threatening posture. “Overweight!!! I’ll show you what overweight is!!!” she hissed.

My grin faded quickly, and I retreated towards the master bedroom, while she followed me, her eyes flashing angrily. Without any further prompting from me, she was working herself up. “I am overweight... eh?”

When I was in the master bedroom, I raised my hands, and said, “I apologize. I was joking, Sarah.”

“It’s all right,” she said quietly almost with an understanding note. “I’ll teach you to be careful about your jokes,” she added, shaking a finger threateningly at me, but her eyes had more than anger in them.

“Wait!” I said to halt her approach. “I just wanted to goad you. You know you’re not overweight.”

“Apology accepted, Mitch, and I know you were joking, but I can’t let you get away without any punishment, can I?”

“Uh... OK, but we still have to finish the packing. You have a few more items to pack,” I replied to lead her on.

“Everything is packed. You made sure of that,” she responded.

“Not everything,” I replied, moving in closer. With a leer, I pointed at her blouse, and jeans. “These need to go into the suitcase, too. So, if you take them off, I’ll pack them in, and perhaps we can determine if you are... overweight.”

“Oh, you!!!” she cried, and was going to hit me, when she stopped abruptly, and stepped back. As I waited, her expression changed as if she realized something. “You did that on purpose?”

When I didn’t respond, she said, “You were trying to work me up.”

With a lecherous grin, I nodded. “Did it work?”

“Nope. Since I’m overweight, you wouldn’t want to do anything with me,” she replied, and turned on her heels.

Quickly, I grabbed her arm, and turned her around. I pulled her into my arms, but she resisted. “I think I can make an allowance for it this once.”

“But I won’t,” she retorted, struggling in my arms.

Thinking the joke had gone on long enough, I relaxed my hold on her, and softly asked, “Sarah, are you really mad at me?”

“Of course, I am,” she replied, but I couldn’t sense whether she was play-acting or serious, and that gave me a pause. Before I could say anything, she retorted, “Dammit, Mitch. Don’t get serious on me, now.”

“Huh?”

Pulling herself free from my arms, she gave me a long look, and then with a frustrated sigh, she said, “I was just hoping this game would progress to something else, but now...”

“Oh! I thought you were really mad,” I replied, realizing she had been play-acting all along.

“No, I wasn’t. I just wanted to wrestle you, get you worked up so you would take things into your hands,” she explained.

“Sorry, love. I didn’t realize it. So, do you want to?”

“Of course I want to... you, dumb ass,” she retorted with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Dumb ass!!! Dumb ASS!!! I’ll show you about dumb ass...”

Grabbing her, I picked her up and threw her on the bed; she let out a surprised shriek. Before she could collect herself, I was on her, and a moment later, I had her wrists crossed and pinned over her head with one hand. She struggled to free herself, but with my weight pinning her down, and her hands locked securely in my grip, without any leverage, she was helpless. With my free hand, I tickled her under her armpit, but didn’t get much of a response, so I moved down to her side, and tried her ribs, trying to find where she was ticklish.

“Please, don’t,” she begged. When I continued searching and probing for a ticklish spot, she begged again, “Please, Mitch, please... don’t.”

“OK. I won’t tickle you. Are you going to behave?” I asked.

“I...I...” she sputtered. Then her face hardened with a determined expression on her face. She shook her head, and renewed her struggles.

“Sarah, last warning. If you don’t behave yourself and quit struggling, I will tickle you.”

“What are you going to do, if I don’t struggle?” she asked.

“I think you know what’s coming.”

“But I don’t want to” she protested.

“You don’t want to? That’s strange,” I said. Rising up a bit, I touched her breasts and felt her nipples. “Why are these so hard?”

When she didn’t answer, I continued, “Do I have to feel your panties too?”

Her cheeks got rosy at that, but still, she stared at me defiantly.

“OK! I’ll make you a deal. If you’re wet, you’re going to get it, and if you’re dry, I’ll let you go. How about it?”

“That’s not fair,” she responded.

“I think it’s fair.”

“You beast! I won’t let you,” she cried, and resumed her struggles.

From the flush on her face, I knew she was playing a game, so I kept to my role. “If you keep it up, I’m going to tie you up, then tickle you. Not only that but if you’re wet, you’re going to get it. So what’s it gonna be?”

She moaned at that and her eyes closed briefly. I almost laughed at her response and had to bite my tongue to not spoil the moment. Taking advantage of the situation, I moved off her, and turned her over onto her belly. Before she could react, I sat on her thighs, and pulled her arms behind her. Holding her wrists crossed in my hand, I leaned on her to pin them down.

“What.... what are you doing?” she cried in alarm, surprised at the new developments.

“I changed my mind. I’m going to tie you up.”

“No... please, don’t. I’ll be good,” she replied panting. For a brief moment I wondered if this was another fantasy she had had. Perhaps it was, the way she was reacting, and I knew she had an imaginative mind, but I was also hesitant to push her too far, and scare or hurt her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“No tricks, Sarah. There will be repercussions,” I warned her.

“No tricks, no tricks. I’ll be good,” she responded hastily.

I released my hold on her wrists, and sat back, waiting for a reaction, but she kept her hands crossed on her back of her own volition. When she didn’t show any signs of resistance, I slid down below her thighs and sat. “You can move your hands. I want you to raise yourself up a bit. No sudden moves.”

A few seconds later she slowly moved her hands in front of her, and pushed her upper body up, supporting her weight on her elbows. Reaching underneath her, I exerted a slight pressure on her belly, and she pushed herself up further. With room to work, I unbuckled her belt from her jeans, pulled it out, and put it aside. Then, I unbuttoned her jeans, pulled the zipper down, and pulled the hem of her blouse out. Throughout this, she kept in position without making a move or a sound, but her breathing was getting heavier. Slowly, I began to unbutton her shirt, starting with the lower buttons and moving up. When I got to the last few buttons around her breasts, she began to tremble and whimper; her shoulders shook and small shivers seemed to course through her body. I smiled inwardly at her reaction. It wasn’t because she was getting tired, but because she was getting turned on, and I knew she would be wetting her panties in a short while—if she hadn’t already. Finished with unbuttoning her blouse, I pulled the flaps to the side, and caressed her stomach and belly. At my soft touch she shuddered, and a soft “Ohhhh” escaped her mouth. I kept caressing her, teasingly, moving close to her tits, but never making contact with them, drawing more shivers and trembling. Then, I instructed her to lower herself down. With a protesting moan, she followed my instructions and lay down again, resting her head on her crossed arms.

To tell the truth I was surprised with her cooperation. I expected her to resist, perhaps to get into more trouble after what she said, but she didn’t even put up a perfunctory resistance. I decided to test her.

“Hands on the side,” I ordered sternly and she complied quickly.

I watched her for a moment, listening to her breathing. I reached for her blouse, and slowly stripped it from her shoulders. She raised her arms to help me take it off her, leaving her upper body naked. I was glad she had forgone a bra. I was wondering about the lack of any resistance, when I noticed that she was watching me from the big mirrors on the wardrobe with heavy lidded eyes.

Moment of truth!

To test her, I half turned to my right side, to put away the blouse, and faked losing my balance. She immediately took advantage of the situation, and slid away, trying to escape. I must have miscalculated, because when I reached for her, she kicked me on the hip, and I toppled over, but she also lost her balance, and fell off the bed on the other side. Before she could get to her feet, I jumped to my feet and made it to the doorway to cut off her escape route. When she stood up, she saw me standing, blocking her way, and smiled wryly. She took a deep breathe and let it out as if she was resigned to her fate. It did some incredible things to her beautiful breasts.

“So, Sarah... do you want to play more or are you going to lie down on the bed?”

She shrugged, but didn’t respond.

“You know, I told you there would be repercussions. I’ll make you a final deal. I’ll be fair, but don’t try to double-cross me this time. You take off those jeans and panties, and you won’t incur extra penalties.”

“So you can easily have your way with me? I don’t think so, buster,” she retorted defiantly.

“I think you should reconsider, my love. You’re worked up, and if you don’t calm down, then you’re going to be very wet. If you’re wet, you’re going to get it. So, you better start undressing. Take your time... maybe you will be dry by then, but start undressing,” I said with a smirk.

I knew my words would heat her up more, instead of helping her, but it was fun to play with her like that. I also felt a strange sense of power. I waited for a response, but she stood there without making any move, almost challenging me.

“I said take your time, but I’m not going to wait forever. Don’t make me do it for you. By the time I reach ten, you better be undressing, or I will undress you,” I said, and started counting slowly.

She looked like she was reconsidering, but didn’t make a move. When I reached the count of seven, she held up her hand.

“If I’m not wet, do you promise to let me go free?” she asked.

“Good try, Sarah. It’s eight, now. And yes, I do promise...”

She nodded, and slowly stripped the jeans down her legs, and struggled to get out of them. I wasn’t sure if she really had trouble, or was trying for extra time, but I didn’t care. I knew she was going to be wet and I was curious what she was planning. I didn’t believe she would give up so easily. However, she took off her jeans, and without any further delay, she stripped off her panties, too, then she stood there waiting for me.

When I didn’t move, she raised an eyebrow. “Well...”

“I want you to lie down on the bed, and spread your legs. I think you’re wet.”

“I’m not wet. I can prove it to you,” she retorted.

“OK. Prove it,” I said.

She moved her hand to her pussy, and gingerly tried to push a finger inside, but gave up. “You see, I’m dry. I can’t even put my finger inside.”

“Yeah, riiiight! On the bed!” I ordered. When she didn’t move, I barked. “Now!”

“OK, if that’s what’s going to convince you,” she retorted. Getting on the bed, she spread her legs, and opened her pussy lips with her fingers.

As I expected, they were shiny.

“I can see even from here that you’re wet. Do you have anything to say?”

She tried to shrug, but laying in the bed it was kind of difficult. Instead, she relaxed, and started to masturbate, running a finger between her slit. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?” she asked with a teasing smile.

“Getting impatient, are we?” I teased her back, and she responded with a big grin.

I took off my shirt, and then my shoes, and watching her carefully, I took off my jeans, expecting her to make a run for it, when I would be most vulnerable with the jeans around my feet. Still she kept on playing with her pussy, while she watched me undress. When I took off my boxers, her eyes locked on my hard-on, and she licked her lips, flashing me a mischievous smile. Pulling her finger from her slit, she licked it, and I groaned at her display. She sucked it, then pulled it out with a soft pop, and made a “come here” sign. I moved to the side of the bed, but before I could sit down she stopped me. She turned onto her belly, and supporting her body on her elbows, she positioned herself in front of me. With a deliberate slowness, her tongue came out, and she gave the tip of my cock a dainty lick. Then she opened her mouth and took me in, her tongue swirling around my cock. I was unprepared for the stimulation, and almost fell down on my ass. Pulling her mouth off my cock, she smiled teasingly, and motioned me to sit on the bed. For several minutes, she slowly bobbed her head up and down, sucking and licking me, without using her hands. It was so good, I was ready to blow my load in her sweet mouth. I stopped her, but she had other ideas. She pushed my hands away, and took me in her mouth again, and quickly brought me to the brink. By then I had my eyes squeezed shut, letting myself go with her tender ministrations. Just as I was about to come, she sucked me very slowly, moving her mouth along the length of my cock, until the tip was behind her lips. Then, she nipped me gently. It didn’t hurt me, but pushed my impending orgasm back. I was expecting her to continue, but her lips left my cock, and I felt her moving off the bed. I realized she had suckered me, and was trying to make her escape. Clumsily I tried to catch her, but she managed to slip away. I was left face down on the bed, while she was standing by the door, laughing at me.

You teasing, sneaky bitch! I’ll get you for that!

Despite being frustrated, I appreciated how she played me. I should have known better.

“Men are so easy, and such suckers,” she said, and from the expression on her face I knew she was goading me, back in her play-acting.

Instead of giving her the satisfaction of chasing after her, I decided on a different course of action.

“Maybe we are easy, but I know who the sucker is,” I retorted.

I got onto my hands and knees, and she got ready to flee the room. But when I moved to the head of the bed, pulled up a pillow behind my back and sat, she relaxed, and continued to watch me with curious eyes.

“Two can play the same game, my dear. I’m very patient. I’ll wait until you come on your own,” I challenged her.

“Then you’ll have to wait a long time,” she retorted.

“Let’s see... you have several hours until the bus leaves.” Getting hold of my cock, I shook it at her. “So, keep that in mind, if you want some of this. You and I both know it is better suited to put out the fire inside you.” She shrugged nonchalantly, but I could see my words were having an effect. To push home the point, I added, “Unless, of course, you’re willing to settle for your fingers. It’s going to be a lonely and frustrating trip back home on the bus.”

“I’ll manage, thank you very much!” she retorted haughtily, but it lacked conviction.

“If you say so. I’m a very patient man and as they say, good things do come to those that wait.”

Despite her actions, I had no doubts she wanted me, but the game was interesting enough, and I was curious how far she would be willing to go. I was wondering how to get back at her, when I remembered something I had read in the magazines—some women talked about how turned on they were when they watched their partners masturbate. That gave me an idea and I decided to put it to the test. I fisted my cock, and began to pump it slowly. Immediately, her eyes locked on to my hand. I was careful not to stimulate myself, but exert enough pressure to keep my erection hard. I tried to fake moving along my self-stimulation, keeping my eyes on her. In less than a minute, she had two fingers in her slit, playing with her pussy, while she kept watching me.

“Are you going to stand there and watch it all go to waste, or would you rather have us do something together? You look rather lonely,” I commented.

“I want to watch it,” she replied distractedly, while she kept running her thumb in small circles around the top of her pussy, and she kept pumping her two fingers in and out slowly.

She was clearly quite worked up, but I decided to continue to get her more worked up, before I made a move to grab her. Closing my eyes, I continued fisting my cock, while listening to her. I was leaking some precum, and distributed it around the glans, making it slippery. I opened my eyes to check on her, and then I tightened my hold around the shaft to let her hear the liquid swishing sound. She licked her lips while she continued to masturbate and watch me with feral eyes. Right then, I doubt she saw anything other than my cock and hand. I eased up, without letting her know what I was doing. My hips got a bit more active as I faked moving myself along, getting ready to come. By then she was leaning against the doorframe, and looked like she was entranced with the whole scene. Her hand was a blur on her pussy, while her other hand was busy pinching and pulling on a nipple. I increased the pace of my strokes and slowly pulled my knees back, and arched my body, as if getting ready to shoot. In reality, I was positioning myself to jump out of the bed and grab her. When I judged the moment was right, I raised my hips, and held my cock tightly, making the tip swell and turn into an angry purple. I was satisfied to see her focus all her attention on the show I was giving her. I let out a groan, and arched myself further, as if I was going to shoot, and like lightning, I jumped off the bed, and before she knew what hit her, I caught her.

I grabbed her hands, and she struggled, but it was because she wanted to continue playing with herself. Quickly, I dragged her to the bed and pushed her down on her belly. She whined and protested, but when that didn’t work, she pleaded with me to fuck her. I was thinking about how to deal with her, when my eyes caught sight of her belt on the bed. Pulling her hands behind her, I crossed her wrists, and looped the belt around them.

“What are you doing?” she cried in alarm.

“I’m making sure you’re not running away this time.”

“You don’t have to tie me. Just fuck me. Please, fuck me,” she said.

“Well, if you’re ready and willing to be fucked, then you don’t have anything to be concerned about, do you?” I retorted.

She didn’t have an answer, but kept on protesting and pleading to be fucked. I pulled her to a doggy position, but with her hands tied behind her back, it was uncomfortable for her. I pulled the pillow and slid it under her, and let her shoulders and head rest on it. I positioned her so that she had a view of us in the mirror. When she caught sight of us, she let out a gasp, and all her attention was taken by the image, quieting her. With her ass high in the air, and her upper body and shoulders resting on the pillow, she looked spectacular. From my vantage point, I had the best view. I could see her pussy framed between her legs. Her thighs were wet with her juices, and the lips of her pussy were dark and swollen, shiny with her abundant oil leaking profusely between them. Above her pussy, her other hole stood winking at me. I took in the rest of her; the elegant arch of her back, and nicely curved ass cheeks. The view in the mirror was something else; kneeling on my knees behind her, with my erect cock poised so close to her pussy, she looked like a virgin getting ready to be sacrificed, plundered. I sensed that was what made her gasp. It affected me as strongly as it did her, especially knowing that I had her completely at my mercy.

I took a couple of deep breaths to regain a sense of control and make this an enjoyable experience for both of us. Since it seemed to affect her more than I expected, I decided to continue with the game, and ran my hand softly over her hips, and ass. She shivered at my touch. When my hand moved inside her thighs, she spread her legs willingly, opening and offering herself. Her pussy lips began to separate slowly, reluctantly like the petals of a flower stuck together with the morning dew. I saw a fresh batch of her womanly oils seep out from her pink and wet interior. My nose flared at the sight and my cock gave an impatient lurch wanting to sample the delights awaiting him.

With an effort of will, I said, “That’s good, Sarah, that’s very good. I like the cooperation. You will be well rewarded.” At my words, she moaned and closed her eyes momentarily.

I leaned over her back and whispered in her ear. “Do you remember how you got away a few nights ago? Just because I promised to not touch you? Well, my lovely, it’s pay up time. And I mean pay up. You just don’t know what you got yourself into, but you’ll learn... in a few minutes.”

Her eyes widened and she panted. I could hear her trying to tell me something, but they come out broken. “Ohhh... Godddd! Mitch... please... I... please...”

“Don’t worry, dear. You’ll get your heart’s desire,” I whispered and kissed her neck. She shook and moaned.

Slowly my hand made its way to her pussy lips, and she let out another moan, before she again began pleading to be fucked. I played with her lips, wetting my fingers with her oils, and then slid a finger into her slit, running it from top to bottom, before I pushed it into her channel to the first knuckle. She was very wet, and hot, and the ring at the entrance clutched my finger as if trying to suck it inside. She moaned in response to the stimulation, and tried to push back to force more of my finger inside her. I pulled it out and added another finger before pushing them back inside. I explored her soft inner tissue, feeling the bumps and crevices of the spongy mass, while driving her crazy with need.

I was also at the end of my patience, my cock throbbing with expectation, and despite wanting to continue to tease her, I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. And I wanted to taste her, so moving back I leaned, and licked her slit, collecting her oils, and dipped my tongue into her channel, letting her taste wash over my tongue. Then I moved to her clitoris, and lashed it a few times, getting a soft scream from her, as she pushed her ass back, looking for more stimulation. She was getting very close to her climax and I wanted to push her as close as possible without letting her go over the brink. Holding her ass cheeks, I spread them further, and moved my tongue to her backdoor, and licked around it, before stabbing my tongue into the center of it. She gave another short scream, and shook as if she was electrocuted, before settling down, but her body continued to tremble and shiver. I spent a minute or two licking and tonguing her pussy and asshole, as she continued to shake, and moan, and her pleading got more desperate.

Finally, I stopped my ministrations, and shuffled into position, and waited. She became aware that I stopped, and opened her eyes, and a few seconds later her eyes locked on our image in the mirror, and she let out a groan. When she managed to form words, she pleaded. “Please, Mitch. Fuck me. Fuck me, now. I need you. Please!”

“As you wish, Sarah,” I replied, my voice breaking up with strain of trying to control myself. I took a few quick breathes to gather myself and hung onto the last of my reserve to keep from fucking her senseless. Thinking over the possibilities, I couldn’t help myself but tease her one more time. “Where do you want it?” I asked, and guided my cock to her pussy lips and rubbed the tip between her folds. “Here, or—” then I moved the tip up to her backdoor, pressing in slightly, I asked, “here?”

I had no intention to take her there without any preparation or lubrication, but she didn’t know that. Although I was tempted, remembering how much we both had enjoyed it when she asked me to take her there, I had enough presence of mind to recognize that I would hurt her terribly if I attempted something like that without proper preparation.

“Oh, God! Please... not there,” she cried out.

“So you want me here?” I asked, moving my cock back between her pussy lips.

“Yesss!!! Please... do me!” she cried with desperation.

“As you wish, my dear!”

I moved to part her lips with the tip of my cock, listening to her moans and whimpers. Suddenly I was feeling very much in control, now that the moment was at hand. She was trembling with need, and trying to push back to get me in after she felt my cock at her heavenly gates. I steadied her hips with a firm hold, and very slowly I began to push my dick in, until the tip of my cock was by the ring at the entrance to her channel. I let her heat wash over me, savoring her whimpers and the way she trembled, and my cock throbbed with the stimulation. I exerted a bit more pressure, and popped through her ring, eliciting a sharp but soft cry from her. Her ass shook briefly, then she let out a groan that was a mixture of relief, and discomfort. I knew she wasn’t hurting; she had responded to the initial entry through her tight ring. When she realized I was in but not moving further, she tried to push back, but I held her firmly by her hips, preventing her. Slowly, I filled her, inch by inch, listening to her whimpers and cries, savoring the way her wet channel seemed to swallow me. I was very much aware of a feeling of control and power, but the physical sensation imparted on my extremely sensitized cock overrode everything.

She was almost beside herself with need, trembling and struggling against my hold, unintelligible sounds pouring out of her lips. I wanted her to remember this fuck for a long time, and giving way to my own desire I flicked my hips to force the remaining last inch into her. She let out a scream and tried to arch her upper body off the bed, then began to tremble mightily. Her muscles clasped me and I groaned at the feeling. She was out of control, and her ass bucked at me despite my grip on her hips.

Oh, Jeeez! This is wild. She’s going to... Oh God! She’s unbelievable! She’s going to rip my cock! Ahh... Goddd...

I was ready to lose it as her climax tore through her body, pulling me along with her. I grabbed her hips strongly and pulled her against me to prevent her from hurting me, while I tightened my ass to keep myself from unloading in her. Despite my hold on her, her hips and ass were out of control, doing unimaginable things to my penis in her vagina, almost wringing it out. This was an experience I wanted to savor a little bit more. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the way my cock was being suckled by her pussy, hoping and praying that she would settle down soon. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her climax began to subside and her trembling was reduced to infrequent tremors and shivers. Her inner muscles kept spasming, but they were considerably weaker and arrived at longer intervals, which eased the pressure on me. I held on, barely managing to keep myself from flooding her insides with my seed.

About a minute later, I realized I was holding my breath in, and let it out with relief. I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself, before tending to her.

Feeling much more collected, I leaned over her body and kissed her shoulders, and neck; then I ran my hands on her sides, caressing the outer swells of her breasts, before I moved back to her shoulders to caress her and bring her to her senses. She still had shivers every now and then, and was panting. I waited for her to gather herself, and finally saw her open her eyes. It took her a little more before she was aware of her surroundings. Then her eyes found me in the mirror, and she smiled. Before I continued further, I wanted to release her hands, so pulling myself up, I started to undo the belt around her wrists.

“No... don’t... leave...” she said, her words coming out broken in between gasps.

Leaning over, I kissed her, again, and waited until she could speak up. “Sarah, love... are you sure? It must be uncomfortable for you.”

“Just... give me a sec,” she said trying to collect herself.

I waited patiently hovering above her, kissing her neck.

“Please, just fuck me. After I come you can untie my hands,” she said.

“Hard or soft?” I asked, hardly believing what I was hearing. After the orgasm she had had I thought she would want something a bit softer and gentler. On the other hand, part of me wanted to ravish her, as I had a lot of pent up lust and pressure in me. The only thing that made me hesitate and ask the question was a small rational part of me that cautioned me against doing something that would hurt her.

She must have collected her wits, because she gave a short laugh. “What do you think? Hard, of course. Take me. I want it.”

That removed the last bits of hesitancy I had. Following her wishes, I started to fuck her hard and fast, and in no time at all she came again, screaming, and thrashing while her pussy clamped around my cock painfully, as her orgasm ran through her body, totally consuming her. It was a wild ride, and I had to hang onto her, lest she would rip my cock off and take it with her.

Although it was a close call and I almost gave in to the demands of her pussy, I also felt like I could go on for hours and hours, fucking her senseless before I would finally let go. Perhaps that helped my self-control. However, she was very wet and slippery, lessening the friction, and consequently, the stimulation, except of course, when her pussy went through its orgasmic spasms, clasping my shaft, trying to milk it to give out its offerings. I kept still, and waited for her to come down, breathing heavily to keep control of myself and the increasing tension in my balls.

There was, of course, another possible explanation... I couldn’t help but wonder if last night’s fight had some effect on my arousal or my erection. After all, danger does serve as an appetizer under normal circumstances, but surviving something dangerous further stimulates the sexual desires. At least, that’s what I’ve heard and read over the years. Last night, both Sarah and I had been solely concentrating on Dana, trying to console her and ease her painful memories; what Sarah and I did with Dana had been more of a therapy, an affirmation of our love and care rather than a lustful joining driven by our libidos. I didn’t have a clear answer. Perhaps, it was just a trick of the mind... perhaps, I was simply driven by my subconscious, trying to prove myself as an accomplished lover with an excellent stamina, who knows? If that was the case, I suspected Sarah had no small measure in that respect with the way she responded, driving me onto new heights of performance. I recalled another night when she seemed to bring out the best—and the beast—in me.

As she began to settle down, I released her hands, and caressed her body. Then, without breaking our connection, I collected her with a hand under her belly and moved us into a spoon position. I cuddled her in my arms to allow us both to catch our breath. For a while I kissed her shoulders and neck, and caressed her, leaving no part of her body untouched, while whispering sweet nothings in her ear. I could still feel the after effects of her orgasm course through her body; every now and then little tremors and shivers hit her, and it was quite a sight to watch her at close range or in the mirror. She looked beautiful with the post orgasmic glow. Before she came down completely, I began a slow paced stroke, and she responded automatically, as if on autopilot, and pushed her ass back. I lifted her leg to be able to penetrate her deeper, and played with her breasts. We kept at it for a while, until she turned her head to kiss me.

“Stop for a moment,” she gasped and I ceased my efforts.

I let her leg down and held her.

When she collected herself, she kissed me again and said, “God, Mitch. That was... that was just incredible,” she gushed. “And I want more of it.” Her eyes had that strange hue I was very familiar with, and they burned with desire despite her two orgasms. “You didn’t come yet, did you?”

“Not yet, but it was close.”

She sighed and kissed me again. “Missionary?” she suggested.

“Sure.”

“This time don’t hold back; just let go. Otherwise you’re going to kill me.” She finished with a smile and a kiss.

“Are you all right?” I asked, concerned if she was hurting, but I was also scared that we would stop. I had one hell of an erection and it was starting to hurt. I needed to come or else...

“More than you can imagine,” she said with a small grin. Her eyes were softened with the afterglow of sex, but they still danced with energy and desire.

I pulled out of her, and she rolled onto her back, and spread her legs. Then before I settled in between her legs, she put her ankles on my shoulders, and tilted her hips to allow me to penetrate her deeper. Even though I supported my weight on my arms, she was almost bent double. When she clutched my neck and pulled me down for a kiss, I knew she was comfortable despite the position. After we broke the kiss, I started to stroke into her. I was very much worked up by then with all the previous teasing, and play, and the initial sessions. I found it difficult to keep my pace slow, and in less than a minute I began to fuck her hard and fast, wanting to come, the need to come driving me urging me on. The position allowed for a lot of stimulation. Her channel was wet with her abundant oils, but it was also sticky, as if they had somewhat thickened or dried, allowing for more friction, letting me feel the contours of her sweet tight channel intimately. She quickly began the journey to another orgasm, and her inner muscles began to tighten around my shaft, clutching and massaging my cock. After plundering her depths for less than three or four minutes, I began to tire and stopped to take a breather, but she wanted me to continue.

“I’m close, do it faster,” she urged me.

So, I resumed my fast pace, and before I managed more than 20 or 30 strokes, she came again. This time, the orgasmic spasms of her channel pushed me over, and with a bellow I forced myself into her depths, and let go. The initial bursts were almost painful, and the next salvos were a relief. On autopilot I made a few short rabbit-strokes to release all the pent up pressure, and her pussy willingly milked whatever I could give her, leaving us both breathless. With a final plunge into her depths, I stopped, feeling the last of my seed slowly oozing out the tip of my cock, letting the weakening spasms of her pussy pull it out of me. After that release, my strength began to fail me; my arms started to shake under the strain of carrying my weight. I removed her ankles from my shoulders to let her stretch her legs, and then, I slipped my hands under her shoulders, and collapsed on top of her. Although I managed to support part of my weight on my elbows, most of my weight was on her, but she didn’t seem to mind it. She kept her knees up, and locked her feet on my lower back, entrapping my body between her legs. When we caught our breath, we shared a kiss.

“Woww!” she uttered in between gasps.

“Yeah,” I managed to mumble.

I felt her body shake and tremble, and gave her a critical look. “Are you all right?”

“I think I’m still coming,” she replied. “God, that was something!”

“It was, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to get out of the bed. I might even need a stretcher to get to the bus,” she said.

I almost slipped and revealed our surprise for her. “We can arrange that,” I teased her with a tired grin.

For several minutes we kept on kissing, and her hands were busy running over my back, and she seemed reluctant to release me from her embrace. Experimentally she rolled her hips, and I realized I was semi-hard. When she rolled her hips again, my cock gave a weak lurch, and I was surprised at the discovery. I thought I was done, but after a quick check I realized I wasn’t going limp. More than that there was a heavy, sexual tenseness around my scrotum, and my balls felt tight. I felt like I would regain my hardness in a very short time.

“I thought you came,” she said, feeling my hardness in her.

“I was faking it.”

She laughed, her body shaking beneath mine, thrilling both of us with fresh stimulation. She closed her eyes and moaned at the sensation. Opening her eyes, she said, “I felt you come, and I’m so wet down there.”

That was an understatement. My pubic region, and my balls felt dipped in honey, sticky and wet with her juices, and I knew the sheets were wet with our combined sweat and spilled juices.

When she gathered herself more, she asked for a change in position, wanting to be on top, and remembering how much she enjoyed watching herself in the mirror, I moved to lie along the width of the bed.

“You are sooo baaadddd!” She laughed realizing what I was up to.

“I thought I was being very good to you,” I replied.

With a big grin, she nodded and kissed me, before she moved to straddle me. She ran her hand around my shaft, and rubbed the tip against her slit, and waited until I was hard enough to slip into her again. As she lowered herself, taking me inside her, she watched herself in the mirror and let out a moan. I wasn’t rock hard yet like the first time, but I felt I would get there quickly. To tell the truth, I was still not over the surprise yet, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Once I was deep inside her snug channel, she draped herself over me. I wrapped my hands around her, and caressed her back, while she wiggled to rub her hard nipples against my chest, and made short rocking motions to stimulate my cock. We exchanged short little kisses, enjoying ourselves, patiently waiting to regain our energy to resume our love play. Eventually, she sat up, and hunched over me, supporting herself with her hands on my chest. She looked at our reflection in the mirror again, before she turned her eyes back to my face.

“I’m going to get some mirrors installed on my wardrobe,” she announced flashing me a wry grin.

“Or you can order a wide mirror, and hang it slanted, at the head of your bed,” I offered. “You can take it off when you don’t use it.”

She laughed at my suggestion, and her pussy clamped around my hardness in response. She looked preoccupied, mulling it over. “I think I will do both,” she retorted smugly.

“Just don’t let Kathy—”

I cried out at the sharp pain. She didn’t hurt me much, but I wasn’t expecting her to pinch my nipple. Quickly, she lowered herself and kissed me in apology.

“I’m sorry, Mitch. Sometimes you really press my buttons and bring out the animal inside me,” she said.

“I love seeing you like that, Sarah. Do you know how beautiful you look? You are like a wild cat, sleek, and shiny with sweat. I doubt I can tame such an animal, but it’s a lot of fun to try it. If it is going to cost me a little bit of pain, I don’t mind it. The rewards are more than worth it,” I replied, and she smiled in return, before kissing me again. Then, she licked my nipple to sooth it, which was throbbing hotly. I stopped her, as it was something I didn’t enjoy very much, and pulled her up for another kiss.

Breaking the kiss, she rose up and offered her breasts to my lips. “Chew them. I want to feel your lips and teeth on my nipples,” she said and started to rock back and forth, slowly fucking herself.

I did as she asked, first licking and sucking them in turns, before I began to nip them. She told me to bite them harder, and I nipped them harder with my teeth, and she moaned in both pain and pleasure, while her pussy responded by clutching me. I kept biting and soothing her nipples, and ran my hand softly up her sides, before I cupped her tits, and licked and sucked her tit flesh, giving a respite to her nipples. Although we wanted a slow session, our passions rose quite fast, and we couldn’t hold ourselves back. Her movements got urgent, her hips rolling and rocking faster, and I returned to her nipples, sucking and teasing them softly. When we reached the final stretch she slowed down, and following suit, I eased my attentions. For almost ten minutes, we kept things slow by unspoken agreement, building up to our culmination inch by inch, knowing that this will be the final session. I felt her pussy start to flutter with the beginnings of her orgasm, and tried to keep her at the brink. She must have felt what I was trying to do because she kept biting her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut with the effort to hold back. For a brief moment, it looked like all her attention was concentrated inside her, as if she was following the passage of my shaft in and out of her velvet channel. She slowed down further, but increased the length of her strokes, pulling up almost all the way until the tip cleared her ring, and then reversing direction and swallowing all of my length inside her.

I moved my hands to cup her ass, and spreading her cheeks, I tried to locate her backdoor, knowing it would add to her pleasure.

Her eyes opened in alarm, and she cried out, “Wait!” when my finger located her hole. “Wait,” she cried again.

I moved my finger down to where we were connected, and collected some of the wetness, and rubbed it over her hole, and she shivered at the stimulation, repeating her warning. In the meantime, I was also getting there, and felt the beginnings of a tingling in my balls. I felt my cock hardening and expanding in her snug channel, getting ready to unload, and I tightened my ass trying to hold back and delay a little bit more.

“I’m almost there,” I warned her.

“Now,” she cried out in response.

I rubbed her little hole, making her whimper and tremble at the stimulation. For a brief moment, she lost control of her measured pace, and I thought she would hit her peak, but she managed to regain control. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she seemed to be barely holding back. When her channel got more active and tighter around me, I knew I was going to unload in her. So, I latched my lips onto her nipple and sucked it. Her pussy collapsed around me, and I felt her sphincter tighten under the tip of my finger. Without further delay, I forcibly pushed my finger inside her backdoor, and nipped her nipple. Her eyes flared open, as if she was hit by something, and she froze momentarily with unseeing eyes. Then, she threw her head back, and her back arched, forcing her nipple to pop out from between my teeth, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. A second later, a low moan began to fill the room. Quickly I raised my head, and captured her other nipple, while I stroked my finger into her backside. As I bit hard on her nipple, she gave full vent to the scream that was lodged at the back of her throat. She rammed herself back, taking me deep inside her, while her body shook in a powerful orgasm, thrashing about me. And before her pussy muscles began their spastic milking action, I felt my balls draw and a second later I was coming strongly. I felt her tunnel tighten around my shaft and began to pulse, pulling more of my seed, and I heard her scream change in pitch as she let out a wail like a wounded animal. My cock felt like it was burning from the combined heat of her channel and my hot seed, and I suspected she felt my come jetting in her, because she shook in synch with each pulse of my come.

Unable to support herself anymore, she fell over my chest as her body continued to shake and tremble. Her pussy kept on massaging my shaft, milking me, and I kept wiggling my finger inside her other hole, which kept snapping around it, in synch with her pussy muscles. She was panting heavily, but still managed to whimper, and when a particularly strong spasm hit her, she moaned.

I wanted to kiss her, but we were exhausted, and I didn’t think she had the energy to lift her head. I eased my finger out of her snug little hole, and she cried out with a mixture of disappointment and pleasure, arching up slightly before she fell back on me again. A while later, I heard her mumbling, between her pants and gasps, and caught parts of what she was trying to say.

“Oh, Mitch... you... kill... me... killed... me... I... dead... dead... love... love... you... love...”

Tightening my arms around her, I whispered that I loved her, and felt her nuzzling my neck. When she collected herself a bit, I latched my lips onto her shoulder, and slowly sucked on it, before I bit her, wanting to mark her, and her pussy grabbed my softening cock in response. With a whimper she latched her lips on my shoulder, and sucked at it weakly. I felt her wanting to do the same, but when she didn’t continue, I urged her.

“Mark me, Sarah.”

When she didn’t respond, I nipped her shoulder again, sharply, on the same spot, and she gave a soft cry. Then, she latched her lips and teeth onto my shoulder, and bit me in return, making me throb in her hot channel. Afterwards, we both tried to soothe each other, gently licking and kissing the spots.

When I gathered my energy, I lifted my hips and told her to stretch her legs, without breaking our connection, and we settled back on the bed. A few minutes later, I repositioned us along the length of the bed, again, without losing our connection, and rolled us on our side, cuddling each other, and managed to kiss her. This time, she gave me a soul kiss in return, whimpering and moaning into my mouth, her body trembling with the last tremors of her orgasm.

“I love you,” she whispered with her eyes closed.

“I love you, too, Sarah,” I whispered back and we shared another kiss.

We were tired and lethargic after the extended session we had, and with the short sleep from last night, I was ready to doze off. There was a wet spot on the bed, but I didn’t feel like doing anything about it. Luckily, she was on dry ground. I also didn’t want to break our connection, enjoying the feel of her warm and sweaty body entwined in mine, her nipples digging into my chest. In a matter of minutes we both fell asleep.

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